Chapter 17

Phoenix

Iwill never get enough of this woman and every person who has caused her harm is going to fucking pay. Including my mother. But first I need her to know I will always choose her. I will burn this fucking world to the ground to make sure she is safe. I run my hand down her throat, between her breasts, then wrap my arm around her, pushing on her lower back, and she arches into me.

Lifting her in my arms, I turn and place her in the chair so she's sitting before me. Like a fucking queen. She stares up at me, her face and neck flushed. Her tongue flicks out as she wets her lips. I slowly unbutton my shirt and I love how her eyes grow glossy with need as my tattooed skin is revealed.

Pulling my shirt off, I toss it over the other chair and begin unbuttoning my pants. She sits forward and reaches for me, eager to help, but I stop her. She tilts her head to the side and purses her lips.

"I don't get on my knees for anyone but you."

Her breath hitches as I push my pants down and take them off, keeping my eyes locked on her. My cock is hard and ready, but this is about her, not me. I push my boxers down, standing before her completely naked. Her eyes flick to my pierced dick and her mouth parts slightly as her breathing increases.

My girl loves my piercing. Best decision I ever made, even if it did hurt like a motherfucker. I kneel down before her, my cock jutting up and hitting my stomach. She stares at me, waiting to see what my next move will be, her chest moving with every breath she takes.

I place my hands on her ankles and flick the anklet she's wearing with my thumb. "Did you know I bought this for you for our first anniversary?"

She shakes her head. "No." Her voice is raspy with need.

"You'll remember," I promise and I believe it. I've told her that before, hoping she wouldn't remember. Wouldn't remember those first months of us together. How I forced her to walk down the aisle to me. How I ignored her after we were married. Now, I refuse to hide anything else from her.

I rub my hands up her legs, pushing her black dress up as I go. Her head tips back and she sighs as I tease her with my fingertips. When my hands reach her hips, she lifts slightly, knowing exactly what I want without me having to ask. I lean forward and kiss the top of her thigh.

"Such a good girl."

I run my lips up her thigh as I grab her dress and push it up higher. She lifts her arms and I pull it off, throwing it on the floor as I lean back and stare at her. I take in every inch of skin that's on display. Her black lace panties and bra give me glimpses of what's underneath. Earlier it was hot and fast, but right now I'm going to enjoy every inch.

Her chest rises and falls and her lips part slightly. She flexes her hands on the arms of the chair and spreads her legs slightly. I lick my lips, thinking about her taste. Her eyes dart from my eyes to my lips, to my cock, and back again. She wants it so badly, but she's following my lead.

When I told her earlier we experimented after I got her back the first time, I wasn't sure how she'd react. She didn't shy away from what we did at the auction a few months ago, so this part of her wasn't something she was doing just to please me. It's part of her DNA and I can't wait to show her exactly how good we are together.

I rub the back of my knuckles from her knee, up the inside of her thigh, and stop at the apex of her legs. I feel her heat. My eyes drop to her panties and I smirk at the wet spot there. "So desperate for it, aren't you, love?" She inhales a quivering breath and nods.

"Tell me what you want," I demand. I move my knuckle and rub it back and forth over the wet spot that's becoming more pronounced. She jerks and whines as I press harder. My eyes move slowly up her body, stopping on her tits. I rub my other hand up her abs and cup her, then swirl my index finger around her nipple. She gasps and arches. My cock is so hard it's painful. Finally looking up at her, I arch an eyebrow waiting for her answer.

She swallows twice. "You know—" she moans when I press my knuckles harder into her. "You know, you look amazing on your knees." Her words and raspy voice make my cock jump. She slides to the edge of the chair, sitting up slightly and leaning forward. "Now take my panties off and fuck me."

A growl rumbles up my chest as I grab her panties and yank them down her legs. I push her legs apart and insert a finger in her, making sure she's ready. She moans as I hook my fingers, teasing her for a moment before I grab her hips and pull her off the chair and onto my lap.

I place my fingers in my mouth and suck her taste off. She's like my own form of ambrosia. Her eyes flame with desire and lust. Leaning forward, I nip at her ear. "Ride me, love." She doesn't waste any time as she grips my cock, lines it up with her pussy and slowly slides down on me. Her tight heat grips me and I grunt as I'm brought close to coming like a virgin teenager.

She places her hands on my shoulder, lifting up and dropping back down on me. "Fuck," I whisper as I wrap my arms around her, unhook her bra and pull it off her. She tips her head back, her long hair tickling my legs as I lean down and pull her nipple into my mouth.

"Nix," she groans out as she begins to rotate her hips. I place my hands on her hips and help support her so her thighs don't give out.

"That's right, love. Fuck me so good." I lick up her breast and pull her skin into my mouth and between my teeth, leaving a small mark.

"Please," she begs. I pull her close and meet her thrusts. Our chests are slick with sweat as she clings to me, her fingernails raking down my back. I leave open mouth kisses along her jaw, neck, wherever my lips touch.

My balls draw up slightly and I know I'm going to come soon as pressure builds in my groin. Without breaking us apart, I lift her until she's perched on the edge of the chair, pushing her until she's leaning against the back. She continues to buck against me as I circle her clit with my thumb.

"Yes!" Her walls flutter slightly and I know she's close. I increase the pressure and she explodes around me. I grit my teeth, holding off my orgasm until she crests, then I pound into her until the pressure explodes and I come in her tight pussy. I rock into her, prolonging the ecstasy, then fall against her chest as all the tension in my muscles relaxes.

She rubs her hands up and down my spine and wraps her legs around me like she doesn't want me to pull out yet. I drop kisses on her forehead, her jaw, and her lips. After a few minutes, I sit back because I know she has to be uncomfortable. Pulling out, I stare down and watch as our juices mix together.

She huffs and I bring my eyes to hers. "We don't use protection." I stand and offer her my hand. She takes it and I pull her up, leading her to our bathroom. I turn the shower on and turn toward her as we wait for the water to warm up.

"You have an IUD." Her mouth forms an O. I shrug. "You told me you didn't want kids, so I told you I'd get a vasectomy. But you decided you wanted to do that just in case you changed your mind."

I walk into the shower and stand under the heat of the water. She follows me and wraps her arms around me, laying her head on my chest. I cup her face and tip it so she's looking at me. I adjust us so the spray of the water isn't hitting her.

"Are you okay with that?" she asks.

I sigh. "I wouldn't be a good father, Kenz. So, I was okay with it. That's why I offered to get a vasectomy." She rubs a hand from my back around to my chest and places it over my heart.

"I disagree, but I understand." She snorts. "Our parents really screwed us up, didn't they?"

I run my fingers through her hair. "From the stories you told me about your mom, she seemed pretty great."

She smiles and nods. "She was, but she died when I was fourteen. The one thing I remember the most is baking with her." Her eyes light up. "I made you cookies today!"

I chuckle and lean down, kissing her softly. "I know. I smelled them as soon as I walked into the house."

Her stomach growls and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. "I forgot we haven't eaten yet."

I turn around and grab her body wash and loofah. "Guess I need to feed my wife." I motion for her to turn around so I can wash her back first.

"I love the sound of that," she murmurs as I pour the body wash in the loofah and begin washing her.

I hum in agreement. "We'll eat first, then you're telling me everything."