Chapter 22

Twenty-Two

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" I ask Nikita for the fifteenth time.

I really don't want to leave her here. I would rather her go to Callum's, but she refuses to be near Emily until the threat is taken care of. It's admirable.

So instead, I offered her to be my sidekick. She rolled her eyes at me and told me she wanted to go back to her job.

That's a hard no, and I told her so.

We are back to fighting. I knew the blissful happiness couldn't last long. It's been three days since we found her sister's head in that package. Three days of dead ends.

Today I'm going to see the progress with the asshole we caught. Finn has been working on him for the past three days yet the guy is still holding out. I'm hoping a change of torturer will help him feel chatty.

"You have the A and B team on me, yes?" she asks.

Fuck, I have the entire alphabet on her right now, but she doesn't need to know that.

"I do."

"Good, then you go. I have things I want to get done here anyway. I haven't done laundry in a few days, and I'm tired of takeout."

"You know that you don't have to do that, right? I can help with the house shit. I did maintain this place before you."

She glowers at me. "Oh, I am well aware of how clinical you had this place before me. It was more like a show apartment rather than a home. Let's not even get started on that god-awful bed."

"Oh, the bed? You dislike my bed?" I taunt her. "I had no need for a bigger bed. Shouldn't that make you happy? I didn't bring women here."

The angry glint in her eye grows. "Seriously? You are going to go there?"

I crack a smile. "You wake up sprawled across my chest every single morning. Do you really hate that?"

I dare her to deny me.

She looks like she's going to consider it, but I see the moment she loses her fight.

"Maybe we get another double bed that's more comfortable."

I lick my lips before smiling. "Or we could get a bigger bed, but you still lie on top of me. I love feeling the weight of you on top of me."

Her eyes are sparkling with desire now. "I wouldn't mind that. Maybe a new couch too. Could we get some plants or something?"

Walking closer to her, I pull her into my arms, my lips falling to hers. "Wifey, you can buy whatever the fuck you want."

Slipping my wallet out of my pants, I hand her over a credit card.

"I don't need your money."

"It's not mine." I look down at the card, making her do the same. As she gasps, I tell her, "We didn't sign a prenup. What's mine is yours, mo chroi. My apartment. My money. My heart. My cock. You can have it all."

"You can't say things like that when you are leaving me." She pouts.

"Why is that?" I ask.

"It makes me want to entice you to stay."

"Oh? How would you do that?"

I shouldn't have challenged her. I really should not have done it.

In the next second, my gorgeous as fuck wife is on her knees in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans.

"Nikita, what are you doing?" I ask as she pulls my dick from my boxers.

She looks up at me, all innocent-like, but I know she's a damn vixen.

"I've never sucked a cock before. You said this one is mine, and I want to suck it."

My hard cock jumps in her hands. He wants this.

Fuck, I'm done fighting her. I want this too. I want her.

I don't say anything else as she presses a kiss to the tip. I hiss at the feeling. God, she is driving me crazy.

I let her explore with her tongue as her hands slowly jack me. The pace is all hers. I want her to like this. To like me.

When she finally sucks me into her mouth, my eyes fall shut. The warm, wet heat reminds me of the way her pussy felt on my hands the night of our wedding. It's perfect. If she's not careful, I'm going to blow sooner than I want to.

I don't tell her that, though. I keep my mouth shut, forcing my eyes open to look down at her. She's almost got my entire length in her mouth. Then I feel it. I feel her gag, and it makes my hips thrust forward a little. She pulls off, looking up at me.

"I'm sorry, mo chroi. It was a natural reaction."

She smiles at me. "I liked it. Do it again."

Then she lowers her mouth back on me until I'm at the back of her throat, gagging herself again. She doesn't move until I nudge forward, then she backs off again.

She does it again and again until she's got a steady pace. My hands find their way into her hair, tangling in the soft black locks. Then I take control.

She wants it a bit rough, I'll give it to her.

I piston into her mouth, letting myself feel the ridges of her throat over and over. When I feel the slight scrape of her teeth, I blow my load right down her throat.

I should have asked her if she wanted that, but it's a little too late now. I feel her swallow around me as I continue to jerk in her mouth.

When I finally stop, she pulls my dick from her mouth before licking it clean.

She's got drool all over her face, dripping to the front of her shirt, but she's smiling at me.

It's that smile that does me in.

Leaning down, I pull her to her feet until I have her in my arms.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to be late?"

"You wanted my attention, wifey. Now you have it. It's time I return the favor."

I haveno idea what came over me. Seeing him stand there and pick a fight with me, I felt myself getting irritated, but quickly that irritation turned into something else.

I didn't miss that the credit card he handed me had my name on it. It's probably on the floor out there somewhere now.

I don't need his money, but if he wants me to use it to benefit us mutually, I could be persuaded. We really should get a new bed.

Declan carries me from the living room into the bedroom, not stopping until I'm on the bed. I chuckle the entire way, seeing as he waddles with his jeans around his ankles. It feels like such an intimate moment having him do that. I don't know why, but I love it.

When he steps back, he keeps his eyes on me as he rids himself of his clothing before doing the same with me.

It's not until I'm laid out on the bed, my hair fanned out around me that the nerves set in. Does he like what he sees?

He must because he grabs his phone, snapping a photo of me.

"Hey," I protest.

He shakes his head. "For my eyes only, mo chroi. I would never risk anyone seeing you like this."

I sigh, letting it go. Honestly, I like that he wants a piece of me with him.

Before I can say anything else to him, he is back on the bed, kissing his way toward my breasts.

"I didn't get to give you the attention you deserved on our wedding night. Instead, I took something from you without thought or care to how it would make you feel."

He sucks a nipple in his mouth, making me gasp.

"It's okay. We had to. I'm not mad at you," I tell him through the pleasure rolling through my body.

"It's not okay. You deserved better. I can't give you your hymen back, but I can give you this. A memorable first time," he admits.

"I thought you wanted to take it slow?" I ask him, kicking myself for trying to talk him out of this.

"I wanted to be sure you wanted me and not my sperm." He reaches down, running his fingers through my slick pussy before bringing them to my lips, painting my wetness on them. "I think this is proof that you want me."

I suck his fingers into my mouth, relishing in the sweet taste on them. He moans before replacing his fingers in my mouth with his tongue. It's almost as if he is chasing my taste from my mouth. Like he can't bear to share it, not even with me.

When he pulls away, I look up at him, cupping his cheeks. "I wanted a baby because I was taught that the men in your life will disappoint you. That if you had a child to share your life with, it would make all the pain and suffering worth it. You have shown me that not all men want to hurt you. Some just want to own you, but in a way that helps you flourish."

He is breathing heavily at my words. "I want to own your mind, body, and soul, but only because you already own mine, wifey. You're it for me. I know we married on less than pleasant terms, but it was the best decision I ever made."

Leaning up, I press my lips to his. "I'm glad you did it too. This is much more preferable to death."

He growls. "Never. I would never let you choose death."

He nips my lips before kissing his way back down my stomach. When he's at my breasts, he gives them each a kiss before he continues down until he's at my core. I hold my breath waiting for it, but he doesn't make me wait long.

His tongue laps at me as he's a starving man, and I'm the first meal he's had in a century.

"Declan," I call out as he sucks my clit between his teeth.

Then I feel his fingers thrust inside me. He isn't taking anything slow at all. It's as if he is on a mission to get me off as quickly as possible.

If that was his goal, he succeeds. Within minutes, I'm pulling his hair, calling out his name.

"That's right, mo chroi. My name should be the only one on your lips," he murmurs, moving up the bed to kiss my lips with his, glistening with my release.

"The only name. My husband," I manage to breathe out.

He smiles at me. "That's right. Your husband. This might hurt a little. You're still so tight, but I promise it will be worth it."

Then he's at my entrance, notched and ready to invade my body.

I'm ready for it, though. As he slowly presses into me, I thrust up, taking more of him. It burns a little, but the knowledge of it being him that is causing me this slight discomfort makes it more than worth it.

I'm truly losing my virginity and to a man I love.

Love.

I do. I love him.

That makes tears prickle my eyes.

I never thought I would find someone to love.

"Shh. I'm sorry, wifey. I know. I'll make it better," Declan promises me, peppering kisses to my face as he continues to slowly press inside of me.

I can't even speak. My throat is so clogged with emotion, so I take his lips with mine. I try to convey in that single kiss everything I want to say to him.

I love you.

I need you.

Don't ever leave me.

I won't survive without you.

I don't know if he feels what I'm conveying, but he pulls back, leaning his forehead on mine as he stills, fully embedded within me.

"I know, mo chroi. I'll make it better," he whispers.

I want to say it. Tell him I love him, but the words won't come. Instead, I focus on the full feeling inside of me. I can feel how warm he is within me. How heavy he feels. God, it's turning me on just thinking about it.

Clenching against him, I let out a little mewl. That felt good.

So I do it again.

"Fuck, Nikita. I'm trying to be gentle. You are enough to make a sane man lose his fucking mind."

"Lose it then. I want you to show me. Show me how a man pleases his wife."

He growls then. "I'm going to show you how a man proves to his wife that she's the most magnificent thing in his world."

Then he pulls out, slamming back into me.

There's a slight burn, but there's even more pleasure. He does it again. Then again. He keeps on until he has a steady pace. The feeling is like nothing I've ever felt before. It's even better than when he used his fingers and tongue. A million times better than when I grinded on him the other morning.

This is another level.

I'm already so close to orgasm when he tilts my hip. The new angle has him rubbing against something inside of me, making me cry out. Over and over again, that little spot has my body jolting until my eyes fall closed, pleasure taking over every single one of my senses.

I have no idea how long I float in this fantasy world where everything is bright and shiny, but when I finally come back down, Declan is lying on top of me, his weight on me like I am finding I enjoy.

"I'll clean you up," he whispers, moving to slip out, but I tighten my legs around him.

"Not yet."

He chuckles but settles back on me. I let my eyes fall closed, sleep overtaking me. Who knew sex would take so much out of a person?

Before I fall into the abyss, I feel Declan's lips on mine. Then I swear I hear him whisper, "I love you."