27. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
-Jared-
It took a few hours before we received the results of Alison's tests. While we waited, I made sure she ate, showered, and had everything she needed before she rested in our bed again. I was relieved to see that she hadn't been starved, yet I couldn't bring myself to rest beside her. Just looking at her lying in our bed brought me immense happiness.
It all felt surreal, as if I feared I would wake up and she would be gone forever. She had slipped beneath the covers naked, resembling a tempting dessert I wasn't allowed to touch, until my phone chimed with a message. I checked it and saw that she had been cleared. Instantly, I sprang from the chair beside our bed to her side. She opened her eyes with a shocked gasp, still in a hyperaware state.
"You're fine," I whispered before kissing her passionately and pressing her into the mattress. She whimpered again, but this time I knew it wasn't from the pain. I pulled back, gently stroking her bruised face before pulling the covers off her, examining her battered body covered in blue marks.
"No internal bleeding or broken bones?" she inquired.
"None," I assured her, and she let out a sigh of relief.
"And no diseases?"
"Nope," I replied, then began sliding my hand down her body, noticing her change in breathing as I stopped at her breast to lazily play with her nipple. I missed her reaction and the way she instantly grew wet for me.
"Ah," she gasped as I pinched the skin, then leaned down to lick the sensitive nub.
"J-Jared, I'm sure I'm not cleared for sex," she chuckled.
"Not our kind, no. So I guess this time I have to be gentle with you," I teased.
"Gentle?" she inquired, amused.
"I can be gentle. You know how hard you come when I take it slow."
She rolled her eyes, and I pulled her further down on the bed.
"We shouldn't be lying in bed, but preparing."
"We are prepared. I have it all set up."
"Jared!" she scolded, but I silenced her by settling between her legs, finally where I had desired to be for days. I carefully slid my tongue along her wet skin, and she let out a long moan.
"Really, this is not appropriate," she panted, obviously struggling to actually tell me to stop.
"No? Haven't missed me, wife?" I teased her.
"Of course I have. You know that," she breathed.
"Then you're not going to deny me this," I demanded, licking her pussy again and then sucking on her clit.
She cried out, reaching down to press me closer to her. She was coming back to me , I thought. She rocked her hips gently, testing how much she could handle. I made sure not to push her too hard, merely guiding her body slowly toward the peak. She began growing desperate for it, pressing me harder against her, smothering her pussy against my face, and I groaned in delight, loving the way she lost herself to me.
"Oh, fuck, fuck!" she gasped when she started to explode, her body shaking and spasming as she found her release. As always, her pussy wept for me, having missed my tender touch as well. I continued to push through the waves before my own need grew too strong. I ripped my clothes off, spreading her legs wide, before surging inside. We both groaned, Alison moving back a little. My desperation made me go a little hard on her, but I remained still, waiting for her to settle down. She took a moment to find her breath again before pushing down, taking the last part of me inside.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, pulling me to her. I was trembling, not used to having to hold still or be this careful. She could take everything I gave her, and she cried for more, but Louis had had his hands on her, and it would take some time before she healed.
She kissed me, giving me one of those kisses that spoke volumes about how much she desired and loved me, and I felt my trembling worsen.
"You're shaking," she teased me.
"No, I'm not," I deflected, but she chuckled, smiling up at me.
"Do I make you lose control?" she taunted, then squeezed around my length, causing me to groan and my hips to jerk involuntarily.
"Y-You know you do," I admitted through gritted teeth, any pretense of composure slipping away as I felt myself nearing the edge.
She teased me further as she slid her lips up to my ear, then breathed gently into it. I realized this was going to be over quickly. Gently, I pulled out, then pushed back in, savoring the sweet hitch in her breathing. She ran her hands over my body, sliding them down my back and digging her nails into my ass, urging me to go deeper.
"Ah, shit!" I exclaimed, feeling my hips losing control. When Alison began emitting tiny moans every time I surged inside her, I knew I was done for. Her sounds tantalized my ears, and I exploded, coming in rough thrusts that sent me crashing down on her, draining me of all strength. Even after I had reached my climax, I found myself trembling, and Alison continued to nibble my earlobe while teasing me with her sweet giggle.
"That has to be a record," she taunted.
God, her words ignited a desire to flip her around, spanking her until her ass regained its own blush, then driving her to the edge repeatedly until she begged for mercy. But despite my need to assert my dominance, this was precisely what I'd been missing—the banter, her relentless need to push me beyond my limits, only to ultimately surrender. It kept our passion alive, our games never reaching a conclusion.
"It's not healthy for me to be away from you for so long," I confessed, pulling back.
"We've endured dry spells before due to your work," she countered.
"But you were here," I reminded her, noting the understanding in her expression. "This time, I doubted myself, doubted if I could win you back, knowing what I would have to sacrifice."
"But we are winning her back, right?" she inquired.
"Of course."
"So you never entertained the idea of trading her for me?"
I fell silent, and Alison's suspicion grew.
"Jared? You considered it?" she accused.
"You're my wife. You're the one I vowed to spend my life with. Why wouldn't I have considered it?" I challenged.
"She's a child."
"She's not my child," I countered, but Alison shoved me away.
I slipped from her, but as she made to leave the bed, I caught her and pulled her back. She hissed and struggled against me until I had her pinned beneath me, face down.
"Jared!" she complained.
"What's wrong, my sweet Alison?" I taunted. "You want her to be ours?"
She fell silent, refusing to respond, so I leaned in closer to her ear.
"Feeling protective of her?" I asked.
"Of course," Alison replied.
"We aren't her parents," I reminded her.
"Doesn't mean we couldn't be."
I sighed, then nuzzled her neck, causing her to exhale shakily.
"I'm not a parent," I whispered.
"You don't have to be. You just need to keep her safe like you do with me," Alison assured.
"Do you really want her to stay here?" I asked.
Alison glanced over her shoulder, then nodded. "Yes," she replied. "I think we could provide her with a much better life than anyone else could. Besides, who else is there?"
I groaned, uncertain if I could fulfill Alison's wish, even though I felt protective of Julia.
"I can't give you an answer yet. Let's focus on restoring peace, and we can revisit this," I proposed.
Alison sighed in resignation but nodded.
"I still can't believe you would even consider trading her," Alison remarked, her tone tinged with disbelief.
"Alison, you're my priority. Always," I affirmed, gently grasping a handful of her hair before planting a tender kiss on her cheek, then moving down to her mouth, igniting the passion between us. As my cock slowly stirred, she began grinding her ass against me, fueling my desire.
"You didn't do it, though," she challenged, pulling back to meet my gaze. "You couldn't really trade her for me."
"It means nothing."
"It means everything," she teased, then kissed me gently before taking control, moving against me with more intensity.
"Mm, yes," I groaned.
"Going to make me come before you explode in seconds again?" she taunted.
"No, I'm going to use you until I'm tired of it," I growled darkly into her ear, parting her legs to enter her.
I restrained myself from giving in to the primal urge coursing through me, opting instead for a slow, deliberate pace. The gradual rhythm brought Alison to the brink in the most exquisite way, her body trembling and her moans filling the air as if she could barely contain herself.