Chapter 7

Scarlett

“How do you make it so easy to breathe, Scarlett?” Oliver asks me, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Because I don’t expect you to be someone you’re not, Oliver. You’re free with me. Zero expectations. Consider me your safe space.”

“I’m finding myself overwhelmingly attracted to you,” he says. “And I’m sorry if that’s too much. Maybe Rowena was right. I’m not good at hiding my feelings.”

“It’s perfectly fine to have feelings. I have them too.” I bring my hands to his cheeks. “I wasn’t sure how this day was going to go, but somehow, you’ve managed to make every moment perfect. You let me take the lead instead of treating me like your personal arm candy. You’ve asked about my feelings. My desires. What I want for myself and for my future. Do you know how long it’s been since a man has asked how I feel? Hell, I could marry you right now and have no remorse given what I was about to walk into.”

“I’m really fucking glad you didn’t marry him.”

“Me too.”

His lips move with mine in a soft, slow kiss, breathing against me as we share in what is turning out to be a beautifully intimate moment. One that makes my toes curl and the insides of my body tingle. The more I allow myself to let go and feel all of my feelings, the more I know I have to tell him what’s been on my mind since we walked into this party.

“Oliver?”

“Yeah.”

“I want you.”

God, I’ve never been so bold in my life.

Please don’t turn me down.

It will crush me.

“Stay with me tonight.”

He cups my face and gazes into my eyes, a deep and prolonged stare, like he’s diving inside my soul. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

I slide my hands down his chest, my fingertips brushing against his warm skin through the V cut of his shirt. “I’m dying for you to touch me and as much as I would love to take the risk right here right now,” I tell him as my heartbeat pounds through my body. “It wouldn’t be good for either of us if we were caught being indecent in public, so yes. Please. Stay with me.”

My cheeks flush as my entire body heats at the mere mention of what we could be together.

His gaze falls to my lips as his hand cups the side of my face. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I give him a heated smile before he tilts my mouth up and lowers his down over me. He’s gentle for only a moment and then his grasp on me changes. His hand moves to my hip where he grips me, pulling me tightly against him. The intensity of his hold on me mixed with the heady lust I feel for him has me feeling things I’ve never felt in my life.

Not with Mark.

Not with anyone.

Oliver’s tongue slides smoothly into my mouth taking whatever he wants and I give it to him freely. His lips work mine and before I know it this kiss has become one of those unforgettable moments where the rest of the world disappears because the only two people that exist right now are me and Oliver.

“You want to get out of here?” He finally murmurs against my ear.

“Mhmm.”

“Good. Let’s go.” He takes my hand and leads me outside to the valet. We wait only a few moments while the valet pulls our car to the curb. Oliver escorts me to the car, his hand on the small of my back and then he opens the passenger side door for me, helping me with my gown as I climb inside. He tips the valet, generously I’m sure, and poses for a quick selfie before hopping inside. I give him the address to the hotel, which ironically ends up being the same place Oliver is already staying, and then we’re off.

Tapping my hotel key card against the keypad on the door, I push it open and step inside, Oliver right behind me. I flick on the lights and take in the spacious room. A king-sized canopy bed is the obvious focal point, trimmed in black and lavishly decorated in ivory and rich golden hues.

“Wow, this is stunning.”

I step to the window overlooking a tree-lined St. Charles Street, marveling at the beautiful mansions one after another.

“Stunning is the perfect word.” I hear Oliver behind me before I feel him. He wraps one arm around my waist, his front to my back. With his other hand, he scoops my hair out of the way and kisses my neck once, twice, three times. “You are indeed stunning, Scarlett Dayne.”

As he runs his tongue along the shape of my neck up to my ear, he slips his hand underneath the V-neck halter of my dress and palms my breast. I inhale a sharp breath at the pleasure of his touch and my head falls back to his shoulder.

“Oliver…”

“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all night. It’s your honeymoon, Scarlett,” he murmurs in my ear, sneaking his other hand into my dress and over my other breast.

God, his touch feels amazing.

Strong hands.

Warm.

Protective.

Adventurous.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t give you all the attention you deserve while in your honeymoon suite?”

I try to keep my breathing even but that is sooo easier said than done with Oliver Magallan holding my breasts like his two favorite prized possessions and pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “It would probably make you an asshole.”

“Right,” he chuckles. “And I’m no asshole, so I’m going to need to do something about this.”

A tingling pleasure floods my body with every swoop of his fingers against my nipple, my lips separate enough for me to tell him, “I think you’re off to a fine start. Do you think you could help me out of this dress?”

“It would be my greatest pleasure.”

He unhooks the halter piece around my neck and then slowly undoes each button down my back, his lips caressing my skin with each button’s release. When he gets to the last few buttons, the dress falls around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my black satin panties. He trails his hands up my legs to my thighs and then feathers them up my sides and across my shoulder blades.

“Gorgeous.” He kisses the base of my neck. “I’m going to need you to turn around so I can look at you.”

I do as he asks and he takes me in slowly, shaking his head. “Fucking beautiful, Scarlett.”

I give him a confident smirk and a teasing shrug of my shoulder. “Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

He tears off his Viking accessory belt and with a hand behind his head he grasps the neckline of his tunic and pulls it off.

Yesssss!

Finally, I get to see him like this again.

He pulls me against him and lifts my chin with his finger. “I’m going to lay you out on that gorgeous bed over there and eat my weight in pussy gold until you come on my tongue.”

Fuuuuuck. Meeeeeee.

“And then with your permission, I’m going to bury myself inside you and we’re going to fuck like two people who are made for each other.”

He kisses me, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth and then licking away the pain.

“Like two souls that have been searching for their mates for years…” He kisses me again, this time trailing his fingertips down my sides. “But tragically only get to be together for one night.”

His tongue pushes past my lips this time. “One very…hot…sweaty…mind blowing night.”

“Oliver…” I pant. His words and the feel of his body against mine create a pool of pleasure between my legs, sparking a flame inside me. “Yes…please!”

He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed where he lays me down and grabs a couple pillows to position under my hips. Leaning over me he circles his tongue around one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth, hard and rough at first, and then soft and smooth to soothe away any pain, the perfect combination of spicy and sweet.

“Fuck, Oliver.” My back arches off the bed. “Give me more. I like it rough.”

“Not a chance, Sweetheart,” he replies, moving to my other nipple and repeating the same movements. “If I only get one night with you, I’m taking my slow, sweet time. I’m savoring every inch of you.” He kisses my chest between my breasts and then moves south, running his tongue along my abdomen, down to my pelvis overtop my panties.

“I want to breathe in every scent,” he says before he dips his head between my legs and inhales a deep breath.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper as he hooks his fingers into the crotch of my panties and pulls them down, letting them fall to the floor. He pushes one foot out to the side and lifts my other leg, hooking it over his shoulder. Settling himself at the apex of my thighs, he parts me with his fingers and then lazily drags his tongue through me.

“Oh, fuuuck, Oliver.”

For the love of tiny baby Jesus Christ.

This man’s tongue has magical powers.

Where did he learn this voodoo magic?

He circles his tongue up and around my clit, spreading my arousal all over me and moaning with satisfaction.

“Shit, Scarlett. You’re fucking intoxicating.”

“Oli…”

“I swear to God, I could get drunk on you and you alone.”

He goes in a little more ravenous this time, his beard rubbing against my ass as he licks me repeatedly, rounding my clit and flicking it with his tongue.

I’m surely going to die right now.

I’m going to die a most glorious death, crying out for Jesus as I combust from the most wonderous orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Oliver, I swear to all the Halloween voodoo gods if you stop right now, I’ll never forgive you.”

He chuckles against my skin, the vibrations of his voice intensifying the pleasure he’s already giving me. He slides two fingers inside me, pulling them up against my inner wall, caressing that hot spot while blowing and sucking on my clit.

“Oh, my GOD, Oliverrrrr! Do NOT stop!”

I writhe against his face as he takes my clit between his lips, sucking and flicking so hard and fast he takes my breath away. Surprising me, he reaches up and caresses my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and I’m a goner. My hand in his hair holding him against me, I scream his name as I come on his fingers and against his lips.

“That’s it, Sweetheart.” He drags his fingers from inside me and sensually sucks them into his mouth. “The best meal I’ve had in days.”

“Oliver, that was…” I try to breathe but hell. His tongue took the wind right out of me.

“That was…” I bring a hand to my chest reminding myself to take a deep breath and release, deep breath, and release, and then I give him the most satiated smile I can muster.

“That was incredible.”

“Please tell me you come like that for every man you’re with because if you only come that hard for me, it will be so fucking difficult to have to walk away from you when our time is up.”

A tiny piece of me breaks apart inside at the thought of this wonderful man walking out of my life forever. I know to some it might seem like a one-night-stand or quick rebound recovery from my stupid ex, but there is something about him that has me wishing for more time. More laughs. More adventures. More kisses. More touches. Shaking my head, I answer him honestly.

“Oliver no man has ever made me come that hard.”

“What?” His brows pinch. “You’re serious?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

“Fucking hell, Scarlett.” He wipes his hand down his beautiful face.

“Can I tell you something else?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve never wanted to feel a man inside me, filling me, taking me, as much as I want to feel you. Please tell me you suck at it, because when you walk out that door, I don’t want to have to spend the rest of my days dry and barren because I experienced the best fuck I will ever have and nobody else will ever compare.”

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls a condom from his wallet and then he removes his pants and boxer briefs, his perfect and impressive cock at the ready. His eyes solely on me, he rips open the condom packet and sheathes himself. Hovering over me, his weight on his forearms, he kisses my forehead and then my cheeks and my lips.

“Sweetheart, no matter what, when I’m done with you, nobody else will ever compare.”

I whimper below him. “That’s what I figured, but it’s a risk I’ll just have to take.”

“That’s my girl,” he says to me as he lines himself up, dips his cock into my arousal and thrusts inside me.

“Moooother fuck,” he hisses.

My eyes roll back in ecstasy, and my jaw drops as I inhale at his exhale. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck yes,” he answers. “Scarlett, you’re…Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”

I slide my hands up his chest and kiss his shoulder. “And wet just for you, Oliver.”

His eyes squeeze closed as he pulls mostly out of me but the moment he pushes back in, his gaze is on me. “It’s too much,” he says, shaking his head. “Jesus, you feel amazing.

I reach up and kiss his lips, holding his face in my hands. “Then take me, Oliver. Fuck me as hard and fast as you want, but wherever you go, take me with you.”

He doesn’t give me any other warning before he pulls out of me and slams back in so hard my head nearly hits the headboard. He thrusts into me over and over, so unexpectedly hard I wonder for a fleeting moment if he might tear me apart.

“Scarlett…fuck. It’s too good. It’s so fucking good.”

Reaching down between our bodies, I circle my finger around my clit, heightening my pleasure as he pounds into me. He shakes his head in disbelief at the visual.

“Beautiful.”

“Oliverrrrr, I’m close.”

“Me too, Sweetheart.” He leans down to kiss me, and I moan all of my feelings into his mouth, spurring him on.

“Fuck, Scar. Fuck, I’m going to come. Come with me.”

“Yes! Oliver, yes. Touch me. Please!” I beg. He answers my request and reaches out, grabbing my breasts. Squeezing them, brushing his thumbs against my nipples and pinching, not once slowing down his thrusts. “Oooh, my God!”

I inhale several sharp breaths and then moan in one massive climactic release.

“Shit. Fuck, Scarlett, your pussy is clenching around me. Shit. I’m…” His muscles tense and he begins to shake above me. As his body stiffens and he releases inside me, he cocoons my upper body in his arms, holding me against him. His moan one of the most satisfying sounds I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing.

“You, Scarlett Dayne, are an amazingly wonderful woman.”

“And amazingly sweaty,” I tell him with a smile. I’m not exactly sure where to go from here. Is he planning to stay? To go? If this is also his hotel, what’s the harm in sleeping here tonight with me? To try and prolong his stay as much as possible, I ask him what he’s thinking.

He grins. “I’m game for round two in the shower if you are.”

I climb over him until I’m straddling his lap. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He spanks my ass lightly and then lifts me easily from the bed, carrying me into the shower. “Let’s get wet and make a lot of noise.”