CHAPTER TWELVE

ARIES

Unbuckling her seatbelt, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the back of the plane, she doesn't fight my hold but questions me, "Where are we going?"

"I will not fuck you until you beg for it, but right now I'm going to taste that pussy."

"Aries," she complains with red cheeks, which only makes me more insistent to make her come on my tongue.

I close the door behind me once we get to the bedroom and set her on her feet, "Take your clothes off, Dalia. I want to see every inch of you."

She grabs the hem of her shirt with trembling fingers, "I don't think I can, Aries."

"Why?" I ask as I narrow my eyes at her.

"I'm scared."

I know what she went through and now I know more details. The guilt of that threatens to swallow me whole, causing me to be far more gentle than I'd normally be. I drag my fingers down her dainty throat, "Have I physically hurt you?"

"No," she whispers.

"And I won't now. Let me take care of you."

I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it up, she raises her hands in the air instinctively, and I pull the shirt over her head and toss it on the floor beside me.

Rubbing my thumbs over her hardened nipples hidden beneath the thin fabric of her bra, she moans lightly. Leaning down, I suck her nipple through the material as I unsnap it at the back, and slowly move it down her arms. Her long dark hair hangs in loose curls past her shoulders, those emerald eyes watch my every move and it's intoxicating. She's intoxicating. I toss her bra with her shirt and kneel in front of her. Hooking my thumbs in the sides of her skirt, I pull it down along with her panties, until she's naked before me. I allow my gaze to slowly travel her body from her feet to her head, all of it is perfection. Pressing my face against her pussy, I inhale her scent, while running my hands along the outside of her legs.

I've known since she stripped her clothes off mere hours after we were married, claiming the hotel room was boiling hot, that this woman would be trouble.

I take her hand in mine and walk over to the king-sized bed, and lie on my back, "Come here, Wife. Straddle my face. I want to drown in your cum."

With great reluctance she does as she's told and kneels on either side of my head, but how she thinks I'll eat her pussy from so far away, I don't know, "Sit."

"What?" She asks so innocently.

I grab her ass, "When I tell you to sit, you sit," and pull her down on my face.

"Put your hands on the wall for balance. I assume no other man has eaten this beautiful cunt."

She giggles so sweetly, "No. I've definitely never done this, Aries."

Dalia places her hands on the wall as I instructed, and her scent alone is nearly enough to drive me insane, until I swipe her clit with my tongue, and know I'll never get enough of her taste or her whimpers. Her expression is nearly as addictive as the taste of her pussy, like she can't believe anything could feel so good. After only a few minutes of flicking her swollen nub with the tip of my tongue, she begins moving her pussy all over my tongue, chasing her release. I grab her hips and pull her up slightly, and pull her down onto my tongue and fuck her with it, while she moans for me deliciously, "Aries. Oh my God."

I manage to just hit her G-spot and she unravels, she hits the wall as she screams for me, completely lost in her orgasm, as her pussy squeezes my tongue. Watching my wife unravel for me is my new favorite thing. Tasting her while she does it only makes it better.

"I could live off this sweet pussy."

Did I say it just to make her blush? Maybe. That's another of my favorites.

DALIA

Aries' tongue on me was an experience I won't soon forget. It was explosive, and felt better than I would've ever dreamed of. I've always thought of sex as evil and dirty, but maybe it doesn't have to be like that. Maybe it's not always about destroying a person, taking everything from them as some sort of act of revenge.

"Aries," I moan as he pulls his tongue from me, "I want to feel you inside me."

He stares at me like I've lost my mind and instantly I feel self conscious, and wonder if maybe that's not what he wants. Maybe once was enough or he only likes it if it's forced.

He smacks my ass, "Of course I want to be inside you, Wife. Is that what you want, though?"

I shrug, "I don't know, I think so but I'm scared."

"Straddle my hips so you can control how much of me you get."

His words snap me back to reality, and suddenly the shame is overwhelming. Unbearable. Like all the magic taken from a magician's wand, the disgust I feel for myself and what I was ready to do willingly, is revolting.

As if he can read my mind, he flips me over onto my back, "Stay with me, baby. Don't go back there. I'm right here and I swear to you, you're safe."

Aries presses his left hand on the mattress holding himself above me, touching me but not putting his weight on me, "So beautiful, Dalia."

I moan his name lightly, my heart squeezing at his words because this may be temporary, but I've never had a man look at me the way he does. I'm not an idiot, I know he doesn't love me or really even like me. This would never work long term because our families hate each other. And of course, he's using me to save his sister. Yet maybe I can use him too, to reclaim a part of myself long gone. What was taken from me back then I had no choice in. Those monsters brutally ripped my innocence from me. It can never be given back. However, now I wonder if somehow, by freely giving myself to him, perhaps I can heal the destroyed girl within me. It wasn't until Aries kissed me, that I realized my way of coping is by shutting off the entire world from me, aside from my family. I would tell my clients that isn't dealing with trauma, it's simply avoiding it. I'm a fraud.

"Spread your legs for me, nice and wide," he groans like he's in pain.

"Is something wrong?"

He grins as he shakes his head, "I'm not a gentle man, Dalia. If you were any other woman, I'd have slammed into your pussy already. For you, I'm trying to do this right. Give you what you need."

"Oh," I say quietly, as I spread my legs and he nestles his length over my core, while he presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss. One at odds with his comment about not being gentle, because right now he is.

He buries his face in my neck as he slips inside me, a little at a time. There's a burn but it's not painful like before, but he grunts like he's in pain again.

"Do you want to stop?" I ask.

He chuckles, a low deep sound emanating from his chest, "That's the last thing I want to do. After the hell you've been through, you giving yourself to me like this… Let's just say I understand how monumental it is."

He pushes into me the rest of the way, causing me to gasp.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he slowly moves in and out of me at a slow pace, "Thank you for this."

He chuckles, "You're thanking me for fucking the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?"

I can feel the blush in my cheeks, and it's not lost on me that I seem to do that around him a lot. Leaning down, he swipes his tongue over my nipple as he picks up speed, "Fuck," he groans loudly, "So good."

ARIES

Dalia wraps her legs around my waist, digs her nails into the back of my shoulders and meets my every thrust with her own. She looks stunning with her dark hair splayed around her, a light glistening of perspiration covering her skin, slightly pink cheeks, the way her eyes nearly glow, and the sounds she makes, as she whimpers my name. I'm fucked. I know it now with absolute certainty. I said I'd let her go after I find my sister. I never go back on my word no matter what, and this time won't be any different. Except that it might kill me. Somehow, as I'm buried to the hilt in her pussy, and I stare into the face of a goddamn angel, I know it'll be worth it.

Like a domino effect, she clenches my cock like a vice and my orgasm hits me like a fucking truck.

"Can we lay here for a few minutes?" She asks when I pull out of her with a smirk, "I wasn't getting up and neither are you."

She frowns at me as I pull her into my arms, "You don't have to be a jerk about it. All you had to say was yes. You don't have to be controlling."

I chuckle as I hold her tight against me, "This is me, Wife. I'm not always the nicest guy."

She kisses me on my chest, "Okay, well I can deal with that I guess, as long as you try not to be the worst."

Tracing her finger down the tattoo on my chest, she says, "I'm not on birth control. If you don't want kids, and I'm sure you don't with me, we should probably be more careful."

"Fuck!"

Of course, she's not on birth control, since she hasn't ever slept with someone. How could I be such a fool? I didn't even bother to ask. Jesus Christ.

"No, Dalia. This is temporary and I don't think you should bring children into temporary situations, but I don't want children anyway. Ever."

In this life, children are a terrible idea. Yes, men in my line of work do it. Domenic is proof of that, but I think it's irresponsible. Look what I've done to his sister, just to get what I want from him and his brothers. Children will always have a target on their back. I never want to go through what my poor mother has. Not having a wife and children will prevent that. Yes, I'm aware I now have a wife, but that's temporary. She'll always be a target because of the De Lucas, but once I divorce her, any decisions I make will not affect her. They will assume I no longer care about her, if I ever did.