Chapter Nine

Priest

I watch Mina's face as she loses herself in the pleasure. She's fucking beautiful as she comes undone for me, shattering into pieces. Ecstasy sears her expression, lighting her up like a supernova as she arches beneath me, her mouth open in a soundless cry.

It's the most beautiful thing I've seen next to the sight of her standing beside our daughter. Christ, I'd kill for this woman. Die for her. Fell fucking armies for her. My soul is hers, bound so tightly to her that not even six years in hell was even to sever the connection. Nothing ever will. I won't allow it.

We're like the old broken strings I used to play with. When I lived on the streets, I couldn't afford to replace the damn things when they broke. Everyone says it can't be done, that they're never the same. But I figured that shit out. When something matters enough, you find a way. And this right here? Me and her? We matter.

The tension may have snapped us, but right here, right now, we're mending us back into place. The sound may be subtly different when we're done. We may have new grooves. But we still play just the same. We still love the same.

That's all that matters. It's the only thing that matters.

And it's the only thing I'm thinking about when I crawl up her body, pressing my lips to hers. Love. I fucking love her. Now, I get to show her.

At least, that's the plan.

Apparently, she has other ideas. Because as soon as my lips touch hers, she places her hands against my shoulders and pushes, forcing me backward.

"Baby, what's—?"

That's as far as I get before she's sitting up beneath me, still pushing against my shoulders. My eyes lock on hers, and I see the gleam in her eyes. My goddamn mouth goes dry.

"It's my turn now, Grayson," she says.

I don't tell her no. Christ, no. I let her push me down onto my back and stretch out my legs, my hands locked together behind my head. If my wife wants to have her way with me, who the fuck am I to stop her? No one, that's who.

She settles on her knees beside my hip like a pretty little angel, her hands in her lap, her wild hair cascading over her shoulder. "Where should I start?" she teases, her tongue tucked into the side of her cheek.

"Oh, I can think of a few places," I mutter.

She smirks at me, her hand darting out to settle over my erection. "You mean here?" she asks, squeezing gently.

I groan, arching into her touch as precum spills into my boxers. "Fuck, yeah. Right there, Mina. Right fucking there."

Her little laugh has my heart rolling over in my chest. She squeezes me again, her eyes lighter than they've been in days.

Fuck, I missed this playful side of her. She was always so playful back then, always so fucking happy. I want to give her back the security to let herself feel this again. She deserves it, more than anyone I've ever met.

Her other hand drifts up my abdomen, her eyes practically glowing when my muscles contract beneath her palm, reacting to the electric feel of her hand on my body.

"I love that," she whispers. "You always did that."

"I don't do it. It just happens. As soon as you touch me, my body just fucking reacts."

"Mine too. It's like everything inside me starts straining toward you, desperate for you." She slips her hand up higher, her bottom lip quivering as she feels the edge of a scar beneath her fingers. "I hate what they did to you."

"You don't have to touch them, baby. You don't even have to look at them."

Her gaze flies to mine, her eyes wide. "That's not what I meant," she whispers, her expression stricken. She leans down, pressing a fervent kiss to the scar.

I choke out a breath, my heart clenched in a vise as she runs her lips over every inch of it. And then she seeks out the next, doing the same damn thing. Every scar she finds, she spills her love across, leaving me wrecked and trembling beneath her, clinging to sanity by the skin of my teeth.

Only when she's finished does she lift her head, her watery eyes meeting mine. "I meant I hate that they hurt you," she whispers. "Not that I hate looking at you. These are a reminder that you survived. They shatter my heart, but seeing them…it means you're here, Grayson. That's what I think when I see them. That you're here."

"Jesus," I whisper, my throat tight.

And then she squeezes my cock again, stroking me through my pants. I buck my hips into her hand, greedy and eager despite the intensity of the moment. Perhaps because of the intensity of the moment. I don't fucking know. All I know is that she's got her hand on me, and I can't think straight.

I lose the ability to think at all when she dips her head, wrapping her lips around me through my jeans.

"Ah, fuck," I groan, spearing my hand into her hair. "You're killing me, baby."

"Not yet," she whispers, pulling back to tug my zipper down. "I haven't even started killing you yet."

Jesus H. Christ. I'm not going to survive this. I know I'm not.

She pulls my dick out, freeing it from the confines of my boxers, and I stop fucking breathing. The head is red and swollen, beading with precum…as fucking desperate for her as the rest of me. Moreso. He had a single taste yesterday, just enough to remind him what he's been missing for all these years.

She nuzzles her cheek against my shaft, rubbing the silky skin over her face like she's relishing the feel of it. I groan at the sight, my fingers flexing in her hair as I watch her, transfixed.

She turns her head, her lips parting. Slowly, torturously slow, she wraps her lips around the head, pulling my cock into her hot, wet mouth.

"Mina!" I shout, the sensation sending lightning bolts of pleasure surging through my body. Goddamn. I missed her mouth. I missed everything about this.

My mind reels as she moans like she's in heaven and shifts positions, taking me deeper into that perfect fucking mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, teasing the slit, before she sucks me in even further.

"Fucking perfect mouth," I groan, feeling like I'm levitating five feet above the bed. I wrap her long hair around my fist, holding it back from her face so I can watch as she bobs up and down on my cock.

Christ, the visual is almost as good as the feel of her mouth on me. Almost. She looks like a goddamn angel with my dick in her mouth. A naughty, wicked angel.

Her green eyes sparkle with desire as they meet mine. Her plump lips stretch obscenely around my girth as she takes me to the back of her throat again and again.

"It feels so fucking good, baby," I rasp. "So fucking good." She doesn't suck me. She makes love to my cock, worshipping it with her lips and tongue. Little moans vibrate around my shaft as she works her magic on me, like she's enjoying this as much as I am.

I'm in heaven. Absolute fucking heaven.

My head falls back against the pillow as the most intense pleasure I've ever felt washes over me. Every inch of my body is on fire, my skin crackling with electricity. My abs clench, and my thighs shake as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.

"Baby, I'm gonna come if you keep that up," I rasp, giving her hair a gentle tug.

She releases me with a soft pop, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking me from root to tip. "That's the idea," she says.

A broken groan tumbles from my lips. She's trying to ruin me, to break me.

Christ, it's working.

She dips her head again, sucking me to the back of her throat with a greedy little whimper.

"Fuck, just like that," I groan, my voice hoarse and wrecked. It doesn't even sound like me. "Don't stop, Mina. Please don't fucking stop." I'm begging, fucking pleading with her to wreck me. To ruin me with that perfect little mouth. I need it more than I need air at this point.

She gives me what I want, bobbing faster, sucking harder, as she strokes and twists what she can't fit her lips around.

I watch it all through hooded eyes, committing every detail to memory. The flush of her cheeks, the way her lips slide down my shaft, the adoring gleam in her eyes when they meet mine. I don't ever want to forget a single second of this.

She swallows around me, the muscles of her throat massaging the head of my cock…and I fucking lost it.

Her name erupts from my lips in a strangled cry, my hips arching from the bed. Cum pulses up my shaft, spilling down her throat as my orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave.

She swallows it all, licking and sucking as I ride out the aftershocks, gasping her name. When I finally collapse back against the bed, boneless and spent, she places a soft kiss on the head before crawling up my body to straddle me.

"I love you forever, Grayson," she whispers fervently, her gaze tangled up with mine. "I never stopped loving you."

I surge up and capture her mouth with mine, tasting myself on her tongue as I pour everything I feel for her into the kiss, trying to imprint the fucking feel of it inside her so she never forgets, never doubts, never questions how deeply she has me. How deeply she'll always have me.

My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips. She rocks against me, her perfect cunt nestling against my cock. He's still hard, still begging. Stamina was never a problem with her. Apparently, it still isn't. Because as soon as I feel her juices on my shaft, cum spills across her skin, painting her lower lips with the evidence of how goddamn badly I need her.

"Inside," she gasps when she feels it. "Get inside me, Grayson."

"You want my cock, baby?"

"Yes!" she cries, her nails scoring my shoulder blades.

I suck at the pulse pounding beneath her ear, grinding her against me. "Then take it, sweetheart," I rasp against her skin. "Take us to heaven again."

I reach between us, grasping my cock and lining it up at her entrance. Our eyes lock, stormy gray tangled with emerald green, as she positions herself above me, her thighs shaking.

"Do it," I command.

With a little whimper of need, she slams herself down, taking me to the hilt in one deep, perfect thrust.

A hoarse shout erupts from my throat at the same moment a keening cry spills from her lips, the sounds bleeding together into one sustained note of rapture.

"Grayson!" she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I grip her hips, holding her still…just savoring the feel of her hot, tight cunt wrapped around me again. Christ, I forgot how fucking perfect she feels. Like she was made just for me, just for this.

"You feel so good, baby," I rasp, my hands shaking against her hips. "So fucking good."

She rocks against me, grinding her clit against my pelvis, greedy for every ounce of pleasure. Little mewls pour from her lips as she starts to move, rising up until just the tip of my cock is inside her before slamming back down.

I match her rhythm, thrusting up as she bears down, our bodies moving in sync. It's like no time has passed at all. Like my body remembers hers, remembers this. Remembers us.

Christ, how could it ever forget when this is what it was made for? When she was the reason I was put on this earth?

She leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling. I drink down her whimpers and sighs, getting drunk on the sounds of them, the taste of them.

"I love you," she breathes against my lips. "I love you so damn much."

"Fuck, I never stopped loving you. Not for a single goddamn second."

She kisses me again, deep and desperate, as if she's trying to crawl inside me and fuse us together. I want that, too. I never want to be apart from her again.

My hands roam her body, committing every new facet of it to memory. It's the same, yet so damn different. She's softer now, her breasts and hips fuller, her ass somehow more perfect. She feels different in my hands, but the electric hum is the same. I never want to forget these new aspects to her. Never want to forget how she feels wrapped around my cock as she rides me right now.

I don't want to live in the past, remembering only what we had. We're starting new here, building something from the wreckage. This is what I want to dream about when I dream now. This moment. This body.

I cup her breasts, feeling their weight in my palms. Her nipples pebble against my fingers, and I can't resist toying with them, rolling and plucking the hard little buds until she's panting and writhing above me.

"Yes, just like that," she whimpers, her movements growing faster, more frantic. "Don't stop, Grayson."

"Never," I growl. "I'll never stop loving you, never stop worshipping this perfect fucking body." I nip her skin. "Never stop fucking you like this."

She cries out, her head thrown back in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her cunt clenches around my cock, and I know she's close.

"Come on, baby," I coax, thrusting up harder as I pinch her nipples. "Let go for me. I want to feel you dripping all over my balls when you come."

"Yes," she pants. "Yes, yes, fuck yes."

I slide my hand between our bodies, seeking out her clit. She jumps when I find it, a low moan tearing from her throat.

"Come for me, Mina," I croon. "I know that's what you want. I feel your little cunt fluttering all up and down my cock."

She rides me harder, faster, her hips undulating in a frenzied rhythm as she chases her pleasure. Her cunt flutters and clenches around my cock. Broken sobs of ecstasy spill from her lips, her face a mask of rapture as she loses herself to the pleasure consuming her.

I grind against her clit, loving the way it throbs against my fingertips. Her entire body quakes, her thighs trembling against my hips as she trembles on the edge of bliss.

"That's it, baby. Scream for me," I growl, pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger.

The pressure sends her flying. My name breaks from her lips in a shout of pure ecstasy as her orgasm crashes through her, shattering her into a million exquisite pieces. Her head falls back, her fiery hair cascading down her back in wild disarray. Her cunt clamps down on my cock, rippling and milking me as she rides out the waves of her pleasure.

The feel of her coming undone around me is my undoing. With a feral roar, I flip her onto her back, never breaking our connection. She cries out as I yank her legs up over my hips, opening her up to me.

I pound into her, thrusting deep and hard. Again and again. I can't fucking stop. Don't want to stop.

She arches beneath me, her cries of ecstasy filling the room as I claim her body again and again. Her cunt grips me with every thrust, so hot and tight and perfect. Like coming home.

"Yes, Grayson, yes!" she screams, her nails scoring down my back. Pain blends with pleasure, heightening every sensation until I'm drunk on her, lost to everything but the feel of her wrapped around me.

I change the angle of my hips, sliding against her G-spot with every thrust.

She comes again with a wail, her body quaking as rapture consumes her. Her inner muscles flutter and clench around my shaft, trying to drag me over the edge with her.

"Fuck, Mina," I groan, my rhythm faltering as I fight the urge to let go. I'm not ready for this to be over. I'll never be ready.

But she feels too good, too right. And it's been too damn long. My balls draw up tight to my body and I know I can't hold it off. I'm fucking helpless to resist her perfect little body and what it does to me. Always have been.

I thrust into her one last time, as deep as I can…and I let go.

"Mina," I rasp, my voice cracking on her name, as my orgasm consumes me. Cum erupts from my cock, spilling into her in hot spurts.

She feels it and sobs my name, her head thrown back, her lips parted in ecstasy.

I bury my face in her throat, rocking my hips, working out every last drop. Every damn one is hers. Every piece of me is hers. It always has been. It always will be.

"I love you forever," I breathe, collapsing on top of her.

"Love you forever," she whispers back.

Hot tears burn at my eyes, falling against her perfect skin as I wrap myself around her, refusing to let go.

Christ, I'll never let go.