Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark) (67 page)

Tess stood before me, breathing hard.

I locked the sliding door, proceeding to draw every curtain so no one could see in. However, it didn’t go dark, thanks to the sun streaming in from the glass roof.

I couldn’t stop looking at the collar around her throat.
I want you naked. I want to drive into you holding that leash.

My heart raced, burning off the remaining painkillers in my system. Every inch of me ached, but all I wanted was Tess. I didn’t care about the burning in my legs or the slight twinge whenever my heart beat too fast. The bullet wound in my leg didn’t stand a chance against the desire in my blood.

I could recoup later. Right now. I had husbandly duties to perform.

“Get in the bedroom,
esclave
.”

I planned one more game to end our crescent moon.

Tess was mine in every conceivable way. She was back to the strong and amazing woman I fell in love with and today, I would finish my claiming.

She’d given me permission.

She was ready.

I would finish what I started in Tenerife.

The stress of the wedding left my system, leaving me levelheaded and able to focus on nothing but her. The world was inconsequential now we were alone. I trusted the team of bodyguards bobbing around the atoll to keep us safe. I trusted my friends to stay far away from our villa until I was drained dry and Tess could barely walk.

And I trusted that tomorrow, I might be able to be nicer to Fuckwit, after reminding Tess just who she would spend the rest of her life with. 

Tess hadn’t moved.

“I won’t ask again. Get in the bedroom.”

Tess bowed her head, watching me with lowered eyes. “Q?”

I inched toward her, suffering a rapidly building itch to chase—to hunt.

I’m going to consume you, wife.

“Yes,
esclave
?” I dropped my eyes down her front; my mouth watered to slice the dress from her. I wanted to drink in her gorgeous body—to drool at the tempting fucking corset.

I wanted to stare—now that no one else was watching.

Tess inched backward, activating the beast inside by submitting to me. “I’m giving you the last part of me—but I have one request.”

My legs locked to the floor. What request?
She doesn’t want pain? She doesn’t want rough
? My eyes searched hers, but her secrets were hidden.

I cocked my head. “One request…”

Her gaze glowed with love. “I ask that you look after yourself. Let me do the work if you need to. I don’t want you bursting your stitches or having a heart attack. Let me be the one to take you.”

I threw my head back, a loud laugh escaping. “
Vous pensez que je suis fragile putain?”
You think I’m that fucking frail? Humour danced in my voice. “I’ll show you who’s frail, Tess. You should know me by now pain turns me on. I don’t care I’m beaten black and blue. I don’t care that I have holes and cuts for fucking miles. All I care about is your pussy.”

Her cheeks pinked. Never taking her eyes from mine, she inched toward the corridor, walking backward, swaying her delicious tempting hips, her red heels clicking on the tiles.

“I’m fixated on touching you, tasting you, fucking you. Nothing else matters but that. Do you understand?”

I moved forward with her, hiding my limp, cursing the pain in my thigh.

Her breath was shallow, pinpricks of colour smudging her chest. “I understand. You’re suffering the same illness as me.” She kept backing up. Every step made my cock harder.

“What illness is that?” I whispered, my fists opening and closing in anticipation. Her skin was flawless again. No wax burns or bite marks. I needed to rectify that. After all, this was the consummation of our marriage.

“I can’t stop thinking about your fingers inside me, or your tongue licking. And,
maître…
”

Tess dragged delicate fingers along the wall, following the curve to the bedroom.

My ears burned for the rest of her sentence. I entered the space, crowding her to stand in the centre. “Go on…what were you going to say?”

Tell me. Fucking tell me before I explode.

The moment she stood still, her breathing quickened, sending the innocent room swimming with heady need and want. Her chest rose. “I love your cock, husband. Your fine, long, scrumptious, thick cock. I want to suck it. I want to bite it. And when you’re soaking wet from my mouth I want…”

Fucking hell
. My stomach tore itself to pieces.

I stormed toward her, grabbing a fistful of hair. “What,
esclave.
What. Tell me.” My cock throbbed. It fucking whimpered for the blowjob she’d so eloquently described.

Her eyes locked onto mine. “When you’re wet, I want you to take me. Take my virginity. Fill me. Claim me. Because everything about me is yours.”

I couldn’t do it.

I smashed my lips on hers, groaning deep into her mouth. Her tongue battled mine as if she’d waited for one hint at violence to unravel. Her moan echoed in my heart as we devoured each other in a fierce fast kiss.

Breaking apart, our eyes locked. The life I lived ceased to exist. I stood on the edge as my past was sucked away, leaving my soul humming with finality. It was as if a new chapter began. A fresh page, unsullied with badness or sickness or pain. Completely new, completely pure, utterly ready for our new life together.

I couldn’t describe the freedom whistling inside me. The knowledge I could hurt this woman and she would love it, but I didn’t
have
to hurt her. The drive, the incessant beast and monster, finally learned how to be…soft. My temper faded, leaving me
gentle
—truly gentle for the first time in my life.

“Tess—” I cupped her cheek, so madly fucking in love with her. My eyes fell to her collar, then to her dress. The beast clawed a little, teasing me with the overwhelming urge to shred the clothing and throw her on the bed.

But the softer, gentler side was stronger for once. I would take Tess—the last piece of her, but I would do it in a way I’d never done before. A way I never thought I would be able to do.

A way I never thought possible.

Sweet. Loving
. Tame.

There would be no need for bondage, spanking, or blood play. For that one wondrous moment, I wanted soft. I wanted to feel her breath on my skin and not her nails. I wanted to shudder beneath her lips and not her teeth. I wanted lovemaking not fucking.

I didn’t want to fight.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, drugging myself on her. My aches and pains faded, losing power over me the longer I stood in her arms.

Her face turned up, a smile on her lips. “
You’re
beautiful. Beyond beautiful.” Her hands landed on my chest, her fingertips pressing ever so lightly on my tattoo. “May I,
maître
?”

My eyes grew heavy but not with domination. With love. She completely bewitched me, leaving me scattered in this new playground where caresses and kisses were more welcome than bites and screams.

I nodded, sucking in a breath as her fingers crept down my chest, heading around my waist. Taking a delicate step, she fitted her body against mine in the sweetest embrace.

I couldn’t breathe. I could barely keep the emotion from bubbling through my twisted soul and spewing out of my pussy fucking eyes.

My chin rested on her head, gathering her to me, squeezing her in an endless hug.

“We’re each other’s, Q.” Tess pressed a kiss on the healing brand over my heart. “I never want to be apart. I know we’ll fight and argue and force each other to distraction but I will never stop loving you.”

My arms banded tighter. My cock grew impossibly harder. My chest felt too small to contain the triple-quadruple sized love growing inside.

Pulling away, I said, “We will never be apart. Even when I’m angry you’ll still be able to melt me with one word. Even if I’m being an augmentative jackass, I’ll still bow to you and only you.” Dropping my head, I whispered against her mouth, “You own me, Tess.”

The second her lips touched mine the unsullied page of our future splashed with life. A future I had the privilege to live unfolded before my eyes: images of Tess barefoot and laughing. Colours of birds and wings and happiness. Each ideal came and went in a wash of ink, dispersing with unknown memories.

Tess moaned as my tongue entered her mouth, licking her, tasting her. Her lips opened, welcoming me deeper.

Our heads tilted, following each other in perfect synchronicity as the kiss evolved from tender to passionate. Her breath filled my lungs; my fingers burned to touch.

Never breaking the kiss, I found the bow at her lower back, undoing the restraint. Following the billowing material, I released the dress.

Tess shimmied from the silk, letting it fall from her shoulders. Her hands slid up my back to my arms, removing my blazer in the same slow intoxication.

Our kiss continued, lips locked, hearts linked as my jacket fell to the floor. Her hands went to my waistband, quickly undoing the zipper and button, allowing the trousers to cascade down my legs, leaving me completely naked. My hard cock sprang upward, freed from its prison, thudding against my stomach. The head prodded a bruise—a small undercurrent of pain in this dream of lust. But everything was bruised—so the pain didn’t matter. All pain became great pain. And Tess was the greatest pain of all.

She affected me right where it mattered.

I was immortal holding my paramour.

Tess tried to pull away, but I kept her mouth glued to mine. She moaned again as I kissed deeper, tasting every morsel, demanding her utmost attention. With questing fingers, I found the garter belt clips and undid them. Reaching around, I unthreaded the first corset lace, working my way slowly, teasingly up her back.

You’re mine to unwrap. The ultimate gift.

What the hell did I do to deserve her?

With every loosened lace Tess shivered, her mouth working harder on mine until her fingers landed in my hair, tugging me ruthlessly.

I stumbled, unwilling to use stomach muscles that’d been beaten with a baseball bat. We tripped together, never letting go or breaking the kiss. Our lips were hot and wet. Our thoughts connected—our bodies linked.

Regaining our footing, I undid the final lace. Unwrapping the corset from her body, I dropped it to the floor. Tess breathed a sigh of relief. Her breasts went from squished and high to natural and heavy.

Her nipples called to me—wondrously beckoning to my cock. I wanted to thrust between her breasts. I wanted to grace her perfect throat with a necklace made from come. So much I wanted to do.
And I can. She’s my wife.

A bolt of ultimate happiness chased away everything I’d lived through. Lynx and his fucking mind-games were over. I would get over my issues with towels and never look back.

Tess had defeated me in more ways than one. In so many ways that mattered.

My balls twitched in anticipation. A shooting pain radiated in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it was the overbearing need to fill her or if my body suffered under pressure. Either way—I ignored it, focusing on her heat and liquidity.

Tugging on the leash trailing between her breasts, I jerked her close. She gasped against my lips, her tongue dancing with mine in a tango full of need.

I wanted to make love to her forever.

I
will
make love to her forever.

Nothing would stop me from spending the rest of my days worshipping this woman.

My eyes opened, diving into hers. Our lips never stopped taking but messages were sent and understood.

I love you.

I adore you.

You’re mine.

I’m yours.

Her hands dove into my hair, pulling me ever closer. Her touch claimed every part of me—she lived in my skin, my heart, my mind.

I drowned in her taste. I wanted her crying as she came. I wanted her unravelling on my tongue.

With strong arms, I plucked her from the floor, walking her to the bed. We never stopped kissing, licking. Time had finally obeyed me—stopping in this wonderful moment. The world ceased to spin—letting us indulge.

When my knees hit the mattress, I lowered her gently. Her weight transferred to the crisp white bedspread; her blonde hair fanned out in lazy waves.

I broke the kiss, leaning over her. “Fuck, you’re so damn
magnifique.
”

Tess rolled upright, not caring her hair fell around her shoulders, hiding her breasts. With sharp determination, she pushed my lower belly, placing me where she wanted.

Her fingers wrapped around my hips and she gave me exactly what she promised. Her mouth swallowed my length in one long delicious pull.

“Holy shit,
esclave
.”

My brain stuttered out, blanking every sense, every thought. All I could focus on was the slippery heaven of her lips. Every nerve ending went straight to my cock.

Her head bobbed, sucking hard—almost violent in her speed and possession. I was her hostage, governed by a body desperate for a release. She was my witch. My whore. My wife.

“Tess—fuck.” My hands landed in her hair, fisting her thick curls. My ass clenched, rocking into her wet talented mouth. Her hand grasped the base, stroking me in time with her sucks.

My eyes rolled back, giving every inch of control to Tess. For once, I didn’t care she’d taken away my power. For once, I had no issues with her being in charge.

She owns me anyway.
There was no difference if she took what she wanted or accepted.

“My mouth is yours, master. Always,” she murmured, kissing the tip, sliding back down—down and down—her teeth whispering over delicate flesh.

Her fingers found my balls, rolling them, squeezing. They tightened, drawing close to my body, so hot, so fucking ready to blow.

“Q…I want to drink you,” Tess said, wrenching my head back as she deep-throated me.

I groaned, losing my eyesight completely. “God, Tess. Your mouth is fucking magic.” My body stiffened, bliss blasting down my legs. My stomach clenched, working through the pain, wobbling in her hold.