She whimpered as I jerked her closer, locking us together until my hip bones dug into her inner thighs. “Feel that? Every piece of me is inside you.”
She nodded. “I feel it.”
“Like it?”
“Love it.”
I pushed again, drawing her away, wincing at the coolness left behind after the sensual heat of her body. “Do you miss me when I’m not inside you?”
Her forehead furrowed in concentration as I let her swing forward, gliding down my cock again. “Yes.”
“Do you dream of me when I’m asleep beside you?”
“Yes.”
“What do you dream about?”
She licked her lips, her breath catching as I pushed and pulled. Standing still, I used the vines to fuck her without moving my hips.
“I...I dream about our first time in Euphoria. The cave and the fire and the blizzard, and how you said I was yours, even then.”
“You were born mine.” I fucked her slowly, tantalizingly.
“I know.”
Her swing increased as I pushed and pulled, watching the graphic show of my body vanishing into hers, over and over.
We lost ourselves to torment.
Our breaths turned shallow with the rapidly building need to come. Her skin flushed as I pushed her to the very tip of my cock, holding her away.
Her spread legs trembled while only the tiniest fraction of me remained inside her. “Sully...please.”
“Please what?”
“Please have me. All of me.”
I swallowed the possession racing in my blood. “I already have. Every moment of our life together, I have you.”
“You know what I mean.”
I forced a smile through foggy lust. “What do you mean, dirty wife?”
“I mean fuck me. Hard. I want—”
I drove deep and quick, shutting her up, giving her what she asked for.
I did it again and again.
Using the vines and my own power, I ensured her body would feel every inch of mine for days to come.
“Yes.” She bowed in the creepers, submitting to everything I gave her.
She looked fucking amazing.
So trusting and loving. So sure in my affection and commitment to her.
It was that part that undid me the most.
I had her utterly at my mercy, but I didn’t need to because her trust gave me every power over her. Just like my trust in her was the most sacred and precious thing I’d ever done.
She’d taught me the meaning of the word.
She’d set me free.
I fucked her harder.
I couldn’t help it.
My love overflowed into violence.
Eleanor would always consume my thoughts.
From her regal bearing with her invisible crown to her debased and spread-eagled on my cock, I loved every facet of her.
She shivered as I suddenly shoved her forward and let her go, allowing gravity to pierce her onto me, sliding us together in a fierce impale.
“Oh, my God—” She gulped as her entire body fissured with longing.
The suddenness.
The tightness.
I struggled to stay standing. I buckled and clung to her, bending over her prone body to capture her mouth.
She moaned into my kiss, her tongue as eager as mine, her lips sweet and soft while mine attacked hers with rapidly dwindling control.
While I kissed her, my hips began to rock, fucking her the old-fashioned way, cursing the vines as they kept her weightless and swinging away from my thrusts.
I growled into her mouth and grabbed her breasts, holding her in place while I picked a punishing pace to rut into her.
Our kiss turned into nips and gasps.
Our flesh smacking.
Our lust evolving into a fierce, ferocious master.
I’d meant to prolong this. I’d wanted her in tears and begging for a release, but I couldn’t wait. I needed to spurt inside this woman. I needed that sweet connection of afterward.
Kissing her harder, I wrapped my arms around her and drove short, sharp, and punishingly into her.
She lost the ability to kiss me back. Her breasts bounced against my chest. The vines shuddered with my every rock. Her entire attention turned inward as I set off the chain reaction of her release.
Her every muscle clenched as I fucked her.
Her mouth opened wide and her legs snapped straight as she tumbled from coherent queen into a clenching, orgasming animal.
And I followed her.
I pulled away and used the swing of the vines to add depth to my thrusts. Pushing and pulling, thrusting and fucking, driving every inch deep within her to come.
My head fell back on the first splash.
My belly convulsed and my balls squeezed in pleasure that threatened to snap my legs in half.
Blackness descended over my vision, blocking out the fantasy as I focused entirely on Eleanor and the incredible link we shared.
It wiped me clean.
It deleted who I’d been before her.
I jerked as aftershocks kept ricocheting up my legs, blinking back stars as I glanced down at my wife.
Her grey gaze smoked with sated satisfaction. Her lips tilted into a lazy smile. “Welcome back.” Her body hung comfy and loose in the vines.
I winced as she wriggled, sending another few shards of bliss down my cock. “You broke me.”