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ELLA
“A proper thank you to your fiancé and his dick are given in the form of orgasms.”
There are no words when I walk into the room he put together for me. The gift is unlike anything anyone has ever gotten me before. Behind the door is a large writing desk and a large oversized reading chair. Where there used to be a bed is the desk every writer dreams about. The desk is wood with flourishes of butterflies carved into each corner. I cannot find the words to describe how I feel in this moment.
Earlier Rome and I were downstairs going round for round in the ring with gloves on. He put my body through the ringer today, but I feel so much freer with each session. We were extra careful about not doing anything that requires me to lay on my back or over extend the muscles under my new tattoo. My back is a little sore, but comparatively the ache of freedom versus the ache that I had from the lashings are two very different feelings.
Entering the room, I touch the softness of the chair and let out a relieved sigh. There is nothing more that I could want to have deemed as my space. The dark colors and full shelvesinspire me. He is giving me my dream without me having to beg for it. My vision blurs a bit as tears fill my eyes because no one has put this much thought into my happiness in my entire life. Strong hands find me, pulling me into his body with a hand wrapped in my hair. As soon as my body realizes that I am safe in his arms the tears fall freely.
“I don’t mean to always be crying on you, even if you are going to be my husband tomorrow,” I whimper into his chest between sobs. He continues to hold me, petting my back soothingly until my breathing starts to come back under control. Before I know it his hand is cupping my chin and tilting my face to look directly into his eyes.
“You are my wife, and while I cannot change your past, this is the treatment you will always get as my queen,” He assures me while holding me closer. The way my body relaxes and molds into his is something I never thought I would get. I feel his arms move before I become weightless, joining him in the large chair on his lap. Freeing his hand from below me, he moves the strands of hair out of my face. Each soft kiss that he places on my face goes straight to my heart. When his lips finally meet mine, I lean into the kiss to deepen it.
Using my current position in his lap, I adjust my legs to allow me to straddle him on the chair. His tongue seeks entrance into my mouth and I reciprocate. The feeling of his hands pressing my hips down onto him is increasing my desire. Increasing the friction between us, I release a moan into his mouth that spurs him on. My animalistic reaction to his power from below me has him releasing a predatoril growl. Pressing him down into the chair and unable to easily take his shirt off, I pull out the knife from my bra and slice it down the center to expose his chest.
He gives me a heated look while I bite my lip at the sight of him bare and needing me. Unsheathing the knife from his hip, he cuts my sports bra and shirt free of my skin. The feeling ofthe cool blade running along my skin causes it to pebble with anticipation. He switches up positions without putting too much weight on my shoulders, and he grabs the sides of my sweats and panties moments before yanking them down and tossing them onto the floor. His evident need comes off of him in waves as he lowers his own pants and boxers, releasing his erection.
Trailing his kisses from my calf up the inside of my thigh, he finds the wetness gathered between my legs. I have no control over the innate reaction my body has to this man and I haven’t since the first time he held me. I squirm with need as his mouth finds my clit and he suctions onto me, causing my hips to lift off the chair seeking the release.
“I want to make your legs tremble with need, wife,” He growls at me from between my legs before slamming his fingers into me. The small bite of pain heightens my overall sensitivity as he pistons them into me and laps at my clit. I feel the pleasure build as he keeps a relentless pace, pushing me closer to the edge.
“I won’t stop until you cum so hard you see stars. Then I am going to fuck you so hard that I implant myself in your DNA,” He informs me, causing an involuntary restriction that has us both moaning in pleasure. With the power of one thousand exploding stars my orgasm slams into me, weakening my knees and darkening my vision. He pulls out his fingers, licking each one clean. He pulls me upright and changes our position, placing me face down in the chair with a throw pillow under my stomach for support.
“Hold on tight, my bride. It’s time to remind you that all of this is mine,” He says as his tip finds my entrance. That is the only warning that I get before he slams himself home, stretching me. The pinch and fullness have my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he begins to thrust into me. His unbreakable pace has my legs shaking as I mewl beneath him. My body isoverloaded with sensations until his hand leaves my hip, only to come back and place a firm slap across my ass cheek. The initial sting of the impact has every muscle in my body tightening on instinct.
“Give me a color babygirl,” He instructs, slowing down just enough for me to answer him.
“Green,” I pant, running on raw need. He rubs the handprint that he left on my ass while increasing the speed on his thrusts. We are both in a full sprint for the finish line and I can feel him getting close. The way that his thrusts are getting choppier and more frantic coupled with each and every moan when I clench on him show me just how close he is.
“Cum inside your wife,” I stutter between thrusts, driving the need between us to another level. As I reach my peak, my body tightens as I come undone at the seams for him. His hips sputter to a stop as his cock jerks inside of me, cumming on my walls. He lays down next to me and pulls me close to him while we catch our breath. When everything comes down from our incredible workout, he just smiles at me.
“So you like the new writing cave?” He asks, hope and contentedness in his voice. Lying here listening to him breathe and knowing that the rest of my life is filled with my new family has lifted an incredible amount of weight off of my shoulders.
“Leo, this is the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me. I honestly don’t think mere words are enough to encompass how I feel right now. Thank you,” I answer him as honestly as possible.
“I cannot fix every wrong in your life but I wouldn’t be deserving of a wife like you if I didn’t at least try to make your dreams come true,” Leo responds while playing with my hair. Between the workout and the mind blowing sex, I am in desperate need of a shower.
“You, Leo, are an incredible man. Would you care to join me in the shower?” I ask, hopeful that he will join me and make sure that my tattoo is cleaned and taken care of properly.
“If I ever willingly deny myself the option to watch you get naked and sudsy, please take one of the guns from downstairs and shoot me,” He jokes with me while helping me up. We walk to the shower hand-in-hand, not letting each other go. After turning on the water and letting it come to a warmer temperature he places soft kisses on my cheeks.
We step into the shower together letting the warmth roll over my sore muscles and coat the second skin covering my tattoo. He pumps my shampoo into his hand and lathers it into my hair. The soft way he massages my scalp with the shampoo causes me to let out a soft moan. Putting my head under the water to rinse the shampoo out of my hair he watches the suds slide down my body. Applying the conditioner to my hair he pumps my body wash onto a loofa and begins to caress my limbs. Rinsing all of the soap off and moving my hair away from my back, he uses the antibacterial soap to first wash his hands and then to help remove the second skin.
The pull of the second skin burns as the adhesive separates from my skin and he rubs the soap into my tattoo to clean it. His moves are gentle and compassionate as the tattoo is further exposed. Once he is satisfied that the tattoo is clean, he finishes washing himself before getting the clean paper towels and pats dry the tattoo before applying a new covering to it.
“Let’s grab dinner and then go to sleep, I know we are both exhausted and I want you to have a full night’s sleep before we get married,” He lets me know while we both dry off.
“Leo, I am the luckiest woman in the world,” I whisper to him.
“It is an honor to be considered yours,” He answers.
Chapter Twenty-Six
LEO
“Weddings are supposed to be the happiest day of your life but not everything is meant to last forever.”
Waking up with my bride in my arms is one of the most rewarding and enjoyable experiences of my lifetime. She is my world, and between her, Rome, and Claire I have everything I could want in this life. We walk to the espresso machine to start our wedding day by sharing caffeine together, and I want to keep this as a daily tradition in our house.
