Always & Forever

by Scarlett Avery

  “Ahhhh,” I scream out, unable to contain myself.

  “Shhhh, not so loud, sweetness. There might be hotel staff walking around,” he whispers, amused by my reaction.

  Honestly, this is so core-shaking, I don’t care who finds us in this hedonistic embrace.

  “Nik, Nik, Nik,” I chant as softly as possible.

  “Oh, baby, don’t hold back on me.”

  “I’m… I’m fucking close,” I pant between breaths. “Holy Jesus.”

  “Fuck, I love you, Ciara,” he growls into my skin as he slams my back forcefully against the wall.

  “I love you too, Nikolaj,” I whisper. His lips ravish mine, eating up my little cries of pleasure. I’m going to lose it.

  The pressure of his hips against my sensitive clit sends me off the deep end. My body shudders as I come undone. He’s kissing me voraciously when his body tightens before delivering one last forceful thrust as he climaxes. “Fucking Christ, Ciara,” he grunts, biting down on my shoulder.

  The room fills with our exhausted breaths. Neither of us is in any rush to break this embrace. Nikolaj is still holding on to my ass. My legs are wrapped around his back while my arms are still pulling him closer to me.

  “Did I take care of my new husband?”

  “Absolutely. Damn, that was insane. I don’t know why I’m surprised. It always is between us.”

  “Nik?”

  “Yeah?”

  “The idea that even married nothing needs to change between us is a serious aphrodisiac. I think that’s what made me even hungrier for you.”

  I expect him to answer, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls out of me, drops me to my feet and cups my face in his hands before rubbing his nose against mine. He flashes me a dangerously sexy smile before speaking and I already melt inside. “I’m going to repeat what I told you when we first came here to visit this magical location and you tricked me into fucking in the middle of that lavender field.” He chuckles.

  I hit his arm, giggling. “I don’t remember you complaining.”

  “Whatever.” He rolls his eyes with a smile hanging from his lips. “Sweetness, I love you and your sexy body way too much to allow this,” he says, waving a finger between us, “to ever become less than it’s always been—hot and heavy.”

  “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” I grin stupidly at him.

  “Come on, let’s go back to our guests before someone notices we sneaked out,” he says, slapping my ass.

  BOOK 6—ALWAYS & FOREVER

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Are you still tired?”

  “A bit,” I murmur as Nikolaj rubs his hands up and down my arms. “It might take me a few days to adjust. And you?”

  “Had you not insisted on exploring this magnificent beach, I would’ve slept the whole day.”

  “I know we’re here for a while, but it would’ve been a shame to miss all of this.”

  “You’re right. I’ve been to Raiatea, Tikehau and Bora Bora in the French Polynesian islands and I’ve also been to Bali. I was completely enchanted by each one of these breathtaking locations. That said, I don’t think any place on earth could be as unbelievable as this place right here.”

  “I agree. I’ve never seen water this translucent or this blue.”

  “Neither have I,” he says before we both drift into another long silence.

  Nikolaj is wrapped around me with his chin resting on my shoulder and his arms around my waist from behind. I feel so safe when he holds me like this. We stand there, lost in our separate thoughts, soaking in the night’s mellow atmosphere. I suspect we’re both reliving the highlights of the most breathtaking day of my life.

  What a perfect night. The warm ocean breeze caresses my bare shoulders. I always marvel at the magic that hovers in the air at this time of the day when the sun sets against the ocean. The sky looks like a Paul Gauguin painting—vibrant, colorful and vivacious. In a few hours, it’ll be pitch-black and only the moon hanging in the dark sky will light the horizon. If this isn’t paradise, it’s pretty darn close.

  I shut my eyes, humming softly to Jess Glynne’s acoustic version of My Love floating from the outdoor speakers, and I lift my face to welcome the light gust of wind that’s drifting up onto the terrace where we stand.

  “You like this song?”

  “I do. It describes us so well. You’ve definitely opened my heart and turned it from dark to gold.”

  “Mmmm. I love hearing you say that. I especially like the part where she talks about staying close. I’m not going anywhere, love.”

  And I believe him wholeheartedly.

  While I was surfing YouTube searching for the song for our first dance, I discovered a long list of British singers with the type of seductive chocolatey voices that make my heart melt. Harley and I have been compiling cool playlists for each other as birthday gifts for years. She put together this list of sultry songs as my honeymoon present with a very clear message: “Have lots of dirty sex and come back knocked up.” No one has dared to express themselves as vividly as my little blonde bombshell. You’ve got to love her for always speaking her mind.

  I look down at my glass and realize I polished off the last drop a long time ago. It’s time for a refill. “Baby, I’m going back inside for more wine. Should I top up your cognac?”

  “Absolutely,” Nikolaj says, letting go of me and reaching out for the glass he’s dropped on top of the wooden railing surrounding the deck. “Hurry back.”

  “I haven’t even left and you’re already missing me. I think I can get used to this whole marriage thing if you’re always going to be this eager.”

  “Can you blame me? Have you seen my wife?” he exclaims. “She’s smoking hot. Of course I don’t want to be away from her for too long.” He winks.

  I tilt my head and laugh. “You’re crazy, you do know that?”

  “Crazy in love? Damn right I am.”

  Once more he leaves me speechless.

  I wander into the kitchen and get our drinks. When I walk back out, Nikolaj is standing, arms folded across his chest, looking out toward the ocean, soaking in the serenity of the night. His broad shoulders create a striking silhouette against the darkening sky. He ditched his t-shirt and shoes when we came back from our walk and he’s only clad in a pair of tight, fitted denim jeans and nothing more.

  This delicious piece of eye-candy is all mine now.

  I place our drinks down on the patio table and tiptoe up behind him, careful not to break his reverie. I slip my hands around his arms and torso, my front to his back, and wrap my arms around him.

  “As much as I love my family and yours, it’s good to be just the two of us again.”

  “I agree, sweetness. With everything that was going on, I’m still surprised we were able to survive three solid days of festivities. I had mentally prepared myself, but I keep forgetting you people party like rock stars.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “At least now we’ll have plenty of time to recuperate since the next thirty days will be pretty low key.”

  “Amen to that.”

  We didn’t end up leaving the wedding party early. We couldn’t. We were having so much fun surrounded by people we love.

  We never even went to bed. Although we did manage to make a quick exit—which didn’t go unnoticed—after our first heated, passionate interlude as husband and wife, we rejoined the festivities. The party raged on until four o’clock in the morning and since Nikolaj had planned for us to fly out by eight yesterday morning, we stayed up chatting with Sofia, Bryce, Harley, Martin and Eloise in the backyard of the little house where we were staying in until breakfast was served at the castle. Once satiated, we kissed and hugged all the troopers who also had stayed up all night before driving back to Nice where Nikolaj’s jet was waiting.

  Thirteen and a half hours later, we arrived on the Mahé Island in the Seychelles near the shores of the African continent. By the time the car dropped us at the opulent b
each residence we’re renting for the next month it was already six o’clock local time. Nikolaj and I had been up for nearly thirty-six hours, since the local time is two hours ahead of Grasse. The only thing on our minds when we entered the house was to crash. We didn’t bother with food, shower or even unpacking. We headed to bed and we both slept for twelve hours straight. We woke up this morning early still a little woozy and exhausted, but at least we’ve reached heaven on earth.

  With our bodies this close, I’m reminded how this frenzy of activities hasn’t been the ideal scenario for a newlywed couple. Screw fatigue. I need him in me right now—filling me, dominating me—like I need my next breath. There must be a law against having been married for two days and only having had sex once—and not even in a bed. Of course, I could simply ask him to fuck me, now that we can take our sweet time and we’re not rushed like we were on our wedding night, and I’m pretty sure he’d oblige without needing convincing, but I have something more playful in mind.

  I loosen my grip around him and take a step back. I put my fists on my hips like a scorned woman and I bite off the smile forming at the side of my mouth. Oh, this should be fun. “You lied to me, Nikolaj von Henningsen. We’re barely husband and wife for a couple of days and already you break your word to me.”

  Nikolaj turns around quickly at my accusation. “Huh?” He widens his eyes, shocked by my statement. “I’m confused. What did I do wrong?”

  “You raised my expectations just to let me down. I can’t believe you’d be so selfish at this early stage of our union.”

  “Ciara, I’d never do that. When did I fail you?”

  “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” I wave a warning finger.

  “But I don’t.”

  Gotcha.

  “You promised to consummate the heck out of this marriage every morning and every night—and every hour in between—for the entire month we’re here. I expected to be limping by now or better yet unable to crawl out of bed, but no, here I stand. I’m so limber I could run a marathon without breaking a sweat. Where does that leave us?”

  Nikolaj finally clues in and lets out a laugh that breaks through the night. He closes the gap between us, extends his arms and wraps them around me. He slams my body against his naked chest. “You had me going there.”

  “Do you blame me?”

  “I guess sneaking away during our wedding to make out wasn’t enough for you?”

  “Uh-uh. No way. Don’t get me wrong. It was hot and risqué even for us given it was our big day and there weren’t that many places to hide in that castle, but I needed more. Still do. Not to mention, I bet you just wanted to have a peek at the naughty underwear you gave me.”

  “Touché. And may I say again you looked as fucking delectable as I knew you would. It’s a shame the design of your party dress didn’t allow me to rip those panties off of you because it would be obvious to everyone you were walking around panty-less, but I did do my job as your husband. I abided by my vows and I took care of my wife.” He waggles his eyebrows.

  “Well, I still feel extremely neglected.” I pout.

  He playfully smacks my ass. “Oh, honey, we can easily fix that, trust me,” he whispers in my ear.

  “When? I’ve been waiting far too long.” I exhale dramatically.

  “In my defense, with the way your family parties hard, this long journey to our honeymoon destination and the fact that we passed out for half a day when we arrived, I’ve not had time to make good on my promise to you…” He grins like a mischievous schoolboy.

  “Is that your excuse? Pretty lame if you ask me. Just say you’re getting old and let’s call it a day,” I answer defiantly. “Unless you don’t want me anymore.”

  “Your brazenness is turning me on and making my cock twitch.” His not-so-subtle seductive words serve their purpose. “And to answer the other question about me not wanting you anymore,” he begins, pushing his hips towards mine, “will this do?” Nikolaj presses his cock against me and my pussy instantly tingles back to life.

  I wiggle against his thickening erection. “Very much so,” I purr in the small of his neck.

  “I warn you right now. As beautiful and romantic as the setting of this island is, you know I won’t be able to be gentle.”

  I press the palm of my hand against his chest. “I thought the honeymoon should be filled with innocence and hope,” I mock.

  A devilish smile curls one corner of his mouth, “Would you settle for filthy and lascivious?”

  “Those are some pretty dangerous words, mister. You better watch your mouth. I’m a married woman.”

  “I hope your husband’s mouth is nearly as dirty as mine.” The hunger in his eyes steals my breath away.

  “Oh.”

  “You didn’t see that one coming, did you?” I shake my head feebly. “Let’s be honest here, you don’t want me to watch my mouth.” He pauses, forcing me to lean in closer, drinking in every single one of his words. “You want my mouth all over you… especially pressed against your little clit. Sucking. Teasing. Pulling.” Each word is like a gush of liquid heat against my aching pussy. “And making you come so hard your brown eyes turn blue.”

  “Sweet Mother of God.”

  “My dirty mouth can give you all of that and then some… and you know it.”

  “Slow down, my heart is beating too fast.”

  “Are you telling me to slow down?” The look on his face melts my insides. “I don’t recall you asking me to slow down the night of the family dinner when I tongue-fucked your asshole preparing you to swallow my cock. Remember that, baby? And what about our wedding night when we escaped and I ended up fucking you up against a wall? I distinctly recall you shouting, ‘Harder,’ as I pounded you.”

  Holy fuck. His words are like pouring gasoline on a raging California wildfire.

  “Nik…” I blink rapidly with my mouth gaping. This is too much. I can’t take any more.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk. It’s Master now.”

  Seriously? “As in Master Nikolaj?” I ask incredulously.

  “You’re a quick leaner.”

  “Shit.” Is there no end to his domination? The teasing smile hanging from his mouth is the only indicating he’s provoking me. “You’re pulling my leg.”

  “Well, Mrs. von Henningsen, you’re not the only one who can be theatrical.” He slides one hand down to the roundness of my ass, squeezing it hard. Christ. He lifts my chin up until our eyes meet. “Where do you want my mouth first? Circling your peaked nipples? Flicking over your clit? Your ass? Or should I just lick you from your head down to your toes?”

  “Errr…” I hesitate.

  “It’s a very simple question, Ciara. What do you want me to do to you, love?”

  Huh? Why does he ask me this question when I’m far too turned on to think? “Honestly?”

  “Always.”

  “I want it all,” I hiss. “I want you to make me lose my goddamn mind. As long as you make me come, I don’t care where you start.”

  “And you know you’re going to come multiple times.”

  “Arghhh.”

  “And when it’s my turn to come, where do you want me?”

  “You’re unleashed tonight,” I pant.

  “That’s not the answer I’m looking for.” The dominance in his voice is taunting my pussy like crazy.

  I flash him a side glance, trying to understand the trigger to his heightened raunchiness. But then again, do I care? It’s undeniable from the sizzling electricity racing between our bodies that he’s going to bring me as much pleasure as I can sustain. And when I think I’ve had enough, he’ll push me over the edge again. “You leaning over me, jerking off to your climax and coming on my chest,” I confess shyly.

  At this point I’m dripping so much, my pussy is begging for the only salvation that will do—him.

  “Good girl.”

  “Your mouth and that British accent are always my demise.”

  The hum o
f appreciation he makes in the back of his throat makes me smile. “I know, love.”

  Damn him.

  We stare at each other for a beat. Before I know it, Nikolaj fists my hair, yanking me forward, his lips claiming mine possessively. They’re as fervid and impetuous as they were the first time we kissed. Every time he takes my mouth like this, I could easily drown myself in his raging passion. I still can’t get enough of him and I doubt I ever will.

  His tongue dances in my mouth and teases me by pulling back and then darting back in again. His body pushes me backwards until my ass hits the railing. Once more, he has me trapped.

  Nik’s eyes darken. He grabs hold of my waist and he presses his cock hard against me. It’s a warning of things to come. He rubs his erect shaft against my tummy, raising my body temperature to insupportable levels. “On second thought, I could fuck you right here.”

  “Why don’t you?” I dare. “It’s a private beach.”

  He cradles my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. “Good point. I want the first night of our honeymoon when I fuck my wife mercilessly to be between the two of us. I’m not taking chances,” he says, turning around. “Let’s go back into the house. My wife feels neglected since our raunchy wedding sex and what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t put an end to her misery immediately?” he teases.

  Nikolaj turns me around and pushes me backward inside the villa. His mouth captures my moan as his hand travels down my back under my t-shirt to draw his long fingers against my burning skin. Our hands are everywhere, grabbing, pulling and grasping frenziedly. Our kiss never breaks as we make our way from the terrace into the house, stumbling while we tear at our clothes.

  “Fuck, Ciara,” he hisses. “I need to bury myself deep inside you.” Nikolaj’s breath whispers over my face as he backs me into the bedroom, my hands raking along his washboard abs as I reach down to unfasten the button of his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you into oblivion so you’ll never question how much I want you.”

  Yes. Thank you, God.