by Anne Mercier
"God damn it, Sera. I’m going to fuck your mouth now."
She nods and I reach down, loosening the clip on top of her head, then threading my hands through her hair. I thrust my hips forward and groan when her hot, wet mouth surrounds me.
"God that feels so good." I pull back then push back in, not pushing too far. I know Sera’s tolerance and I won’t breach it. One day. But not tonight. I start slowly fucking her mouth and one of her hands comes around to stroke my cock with each thrust.
"Yeah, just like that." I start moving a little faster, and when I feel the tingle at my spine, I stop and slowly pull my cock out of her mouth. I trace her lips with my fingers.
"Your lips are all swollen from pleasing me, Fee. So damn sexy." I lean down and press my lips to hers. Then move back, holding her tits in my hands, squeezing them gently and rubbing my thumbs over them. "I need to come."
She nods.
I slip my cock between her pretty breasts and push them together, my thumbs still on her nipples, arousing her while I start to fuck her.
"So unbelievably beautiful," I tell her, watching her watch me. Then her tongue darts out and her head comes up, sucking on the head of my cock while I fuck her tits.
"Holy fuck, Sera." I grab a pillow and put it under her head and when she reaches for my balls I let out a long groan of pleasure. "Baby, I’m going to come," I warn and she moves her head back. I thrust faster and faster, her tits squeezing me tighter when she takes a deep breath and I lose it. The first jet of cum lands on her chest, the next on her tits, over and over my cum splashes onto her flawless skin. "Fuck yeah," I growl. "Mine."
She gasps and I know she’s on the edge. One final thrust and I release her breasts and circle my fingers through the cum, spreading it out over her.
"Mine," I say again and she nods.
I slide down next to her and kiss her lips gently, then slip my hand between her thighs. "I knew you’d be wet but I didn’t think you’d be dripping for me. Do you want to come, Fee?"
"Yes, please," she murmurs when I slide two fingers into her pussy.
"Do you like my fingers inside you, fucking you?" I ask.
She nods.
"Whose fingers will only ever touch this pussy again?" I ask.
"Yours," she moans.
"That’s right, Fee. Mine. Whose pussy is this?" I ask as I pump my fingers into her faster, ignoring her clit, causing her to squirm.
"Yours."
"Yours what, Fee?"
"It’s yours. It’s your pussy."
"Damn right it is."
She wiggles and just as I’m about to add a third finger I stop myself and withdraw my hand. I’m getting too rough, losing control, my temper filtering through. I don’t want to punish her.
"God damn it, Serafina."
Her eyes widen.
I pull her up and across my lap. Maybe I do.
"I’m still so fucking pissed," I tell her just before my palm makes contact with her perfect ass. She cries out.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she squeaks out as I smack her ass again before rubbing my hand over the red mark.
"I’m teaching you a lesson." Smack.
She squeaks again. "Wh-why?"
"You ran, Fee. You fucking ran." I smack the other cheek and soothe it with my palm.
"Cage!" she cries out.
"Don’t act like it’s not turning you on. I know if I pinched your clit right now you’d come in a second."
"Ahh," she moans when I smack her ass again.
"That’s what I thought. Are you going to run again?" Smack.
"No."
"Promise me." Smack.
"I promise."
"Do you want more? Or do you want me to fuck you? Now?"
"Oh God, Cage. Fuck me, please."
Finally. Finally she knows what she needs and who can give it to her.
"On your knees, hands out in front of you, ass up, Sera."
She hurries into position and I waste no time. I slam into her and she cries out.
"Yes, more, please."
"I’ll give you what you need, Fee. I’ll always give you what you need." I fuck her hard and fast, then reach between her legs to finger her clit, circling and rubbing lightly.
"Please," she pleads, "harder."
I grip one hip and pound into her, and when I pinch her clit, she screams out my name. Her pussy spasms around my cock and I let out a groan of pleasure. She always feels so damn perfect.
"Whose pussy is this, Sera?"
"Yours, oh God, Cage. Yours."
Fucking A right it is.
I keep fucking her, knowing she’s wound so tight she can come again.
"You’re going to come again, then I’m going to come inside you."
"Yes, I want to feel you..." She trails off on a moan when my fingers rub her clit faster.
"Feel me what?" I ask, feeling my climax getting closer.
I smack her ass again and her pussy clenches tighter, a gush of her arousal coating my cock.
"You like that, Fee?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes," she cries out, her head thrashing, her hands gripping the pillow so tightly it’s a wonder she hasn’t ripped it apart. Such a sexy dirty girl when she’s this turned on.
"If I do it again will you come for me?" I ask, slowing the pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
"Yes. Please..."
"I’ve got you. You want it hard and fast?"
"Yes, Cage, hurry."
I let out a chuckle. She’s so fucking hot and she’s going to be my wife. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
I speed up and pump harder, circling her clit with my fingers, and then I slap her ass. She moans but doesn’t come. I slap it again.
"Come Fee."
If she doesn’t, I’m going to blow before she does. With each smack of her ass, her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight.
I slap her red cheeks with two sharp smacks and she breaks loose. Her back arches, her toes curl, and she screams, literally screams my name. Fuck. I lose it and come at that, hot and hard inside her.
"Oh Jesus, I can feel you coming in me," she moans and I groan and come harder, losing my breath with each pump of cum into her body.
"Mine," I growl when the last spurt of cum jerks out of my dick.
I let out a breath and roll to my side, pulling Sera tightly against me, keeping my cock inside her body.
"Are you alright?" I ask.
She nods. "Yeah," she pants out.
I chuckle.
She looks at me over her shoulder. "What came over you?"
I shrug. "I needed you to know you’re mine."
She presses her lips together and nods. "I am."
I nod back. "And I’m yours, Fee. God, please believe that. It will only ever be you for the rest of my life."
Tears form in her eyes and she nods. "You’re mine."
I nod and a tear slips down my cheek. "Finally," I breathe out and pull her to face me, pouring every bit of love I feel for her into the kiss. "Always and forever yours Fee," I tell her and she gasps.
She pushes me back slightly and looks at my chest again. One hand flies up to her mouth, the other traces the key tattoo over my heart. "B-but you’ve had this tattoo since before I met you."
I nod. "I’ve always been yours, even when you didn’t know it." The words, "Always and forever yours Fee" make up the inside of the key. At first glance it looks like an etching of some kind, but it’s so much more than that.
"Oh my God," she cries and kisses me, her tears salty on my lips.
I sigh. "No, baby, it’s Cage. You forget already?"
She snorts and I snort back, we both stare at each other for a couple seconds then burst out laughing.
Finally.
Sera
Breathe by Michelle Branch
Tired of You by The Exies
Make You Miss Me by Sam Hunt
I’M STILL TRYING TO CATCH my breath when Cage kisses my forehead. Our bodies are swea
ty and spent and blissful.
"What is it?" he asks.
I open my mouth then close it. I open it again, "I just... wow. I mean, I knew you were... but... wow." I shake my head, trying to form a coherent sentence and failing.
He chuckles.
I look up and meet his gaze, then lean in and bite his bottom lip, tugging gently. "You’re so incredibly hot."
"Yeah?"
"Oh hell yeah. I mean... was that in there this whole time?" I ask, needing to know if he held back or if he just lost control.
He shrugs. "I didn’t hurt you, did I?"
"No. Well, my ass stings but other than that, no."
He chuckles again and runs his hand over my ass. "You didn’t complain."
"And I won’t. I had no idea I’d like that."
"I knew you would."
I lift a brow. "How could you possibly know that?"
He lifts a brow of his own. "I know you, Fee. You like pushing the limits just a little bit. And I know something else."
"Hmm?" I ask, running my finger through his beard while I rest my chin on his chest.
"You like me taking control. In fact, you need it."
"Ah, that I’m not so sure about," I tell him honestly.
"I am. You like a certain amount of independence, but you like things structured and controlled."
I tilt my head admitting to that.
"Our relationship was out of control. I didn’t want to push you, when I knew I needed to, because I didn’t want you to run."
I meet his gaze and nod.
"But you ran anyway."
"Not anymore."
"No. Not anymore," he tells me. "You can always say no to me, Fee. But only when you mean it."
I nod. "Alright."
We’re quiet for a few minutes, me toying with his whiskers, him rubbing my ass.
I look up at him from beneath my eyelashes. "Are you still mad at me?"
He nods. "A little. You frustrate the hell out of me, Serafina."
Ah, Serafina again. Yes, he’s still angry.
"All we need to do is communicate, Fee," he says softly, his fingers sliding up and down my back now.
I nod. "I was scared."
"Are you still?"
I shrug. "A little."
"Fee—"
I press my finger to his lips. "A little fear is good, I think. It means there’s a healthy respect for what I stand to lose. Before—well, before it was a very unhealthy level."
He nods and I move my finger back to his bearded face.
"Do you trust me?" he asks again.
I nod. "I do."
"Then there’s no reason why you can’t tell me anything, everything."
"I agree. And no more kid gloves," I tell him, giving him a look.
He smirks. "I think the heat of your ass should tell you those are long gone."
I nod and my mind thinks back to what we just did. Holy smokes that was incredible.
"So..." I begin.
He lifts a brow. "So?"
"Will, uh, you be talking dirty like that a lot?" I ask, glancing at him then quickly looking away.
"Did you like it, Fee? Did it turn you on hearing me tell you what I wanted to do to you?" he asks, his tone deepening.
"Uh-huh," I admit.
"Then far be it from me to deny you anything that brings you pleasure."
"Mmm, I don’t think you should deny me anything either."
He chuckles and when I think back again to his cock between my breasts, watching him come all over my skin, my cheeks flush.
"That’s a pretty shade of red you’re wearing. Care to tell me what brought it on?" he asks.
I shake my head.
"Come on, Fee. Tell me."
I huff out a breath. I know he’s not going to let up until I do, so why bother fighting him on it? "Fine. It was hot the way you took control, the way you, uh, marked me as yours." My gaze lifts to his, his eyes darkening with desire again.
He rolls me to my back, his eyes roaming over my chest and breasts covered in his dried cum.
"You claimed me," I tell him and his mouth kicks up in that sexy half smirk. Jesus, he’s so sexy.
"I did. I should have done this the first night, but I didn’t know if you were ready for it. I waited so long for that night, Fee. So fucking long and it was incredible. And then that bitch Carina fucked it all up."
"She planned that, didn’t she?" I ask.
He nods. "She planned everything that’s ever gone wrong between us. I don’t want to involve you in this, but both Giovanni and I agree you need to know everything. There’s too much risk if you don’t."
I stiffen but nod. "That doesn’t sound good at all."
"It’s not."
And then he tells me. All of it. How she screwed the guards to gain access to places she didn’t belong, how she fucked Emilio in his bed in the green bedroom—Jesus, and how she stood over me while I slept, holding a knife.
I’m not afraid. I’m pissed.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
"Oh yeah. I’m fine. But she isn’t going to be when I’m done with her."
He smirks. "I figured you’d say that. Giovanni said you get first choice."
"What does that mean?"
He taps my nose with his finger then traces my lips. "It means that when the time comes, if you want a piece of her, you get it. You’re first in line."
"But—that’s breaking the rules."
He nods. "Who better to break them than the man in charge?"
I nod. But I wonder—
"Would you think less of me if I stepped up? If I hurt her or maybe even killed her?" I need to know.
"No." No hesitation. "I understand, Fee. You just need to be sure you can live with whatever actions you take."
I nod. "I can."
He nods back. "Then when the time comes, do what you need to do. I will never, ever judge you, Sera."
I grin. "My mama told me that."
He frowns. "What do you mean?"
"You’re going to think I’m crazy."
"Fee."
"My mom and dad come to me in dreams sometimes, and they were with me while I was unconscious at the hospital."
His brows lift. "Tell me."
"They’ve always come to me in my dreams. They’re as real as if they were sitting right in front of us. Earlier today while I was napping, my mom came to me. She scolded me about you."
"I think I’d really like your mother."
I snort. "She knows things, Cage. Like, she knew about the baby, about you wondering if maybe it was Ben’s." He stiffens and I soothe him by kissing him softly. "She told me I should have waited and listened instead of cutting and running. She lectured me and then she asked me why I always run and until then I didn’t know. I thought self preservation but that was only part of it, and when I blurted out to her that I was scared, it all became so clear."
I pause to look into his eyes. "Go on."
"She told me a long time ago, just after they were killed, to always trust my heart. It would never betray me. She reminds me of this every time I see her. She reminded me when I was in the emergency room or surgery or wherever I was then," I murmur.
"Dead."
"What?" I ask.
"You were dead, Fee," he says softly, sounding so broken.
"I was there a long time, Cage. I wasn’t dead that long or I would never have made it back," I tell him.
He shrugs. "I don’t know how these things work. Maybe time is different?"
I nod. "So she was mad about that. She was also mad that I left the way I did that day, that I didn’t give you a chance to explain. She said you’d never judge me and I know that, I knew it then..."
"You were just scared. Especially after how intense it was when we made love that day."
I nod.
"Never be afraid of what you feel for me, Fee. I won’t hurt you, never on purpose."
"I know. It wasn’t that. I realized the reason I was afraid wa
sn’t because of how much we love each other and it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you, it was because—what if something happens to you? Then you’re gone. I lose you like I lost them. I don’t think I’d survive losing you. I just don’t," I admit, fighting the tears that threaten.
"Fee," he whispers and pulls me close, our foreheads touching. "I wouldn’t survive without you either, which is why I want every minute we do have together to be spent loving one another."
I nod and sniffle.
"We should shower," he mutters, picking me up and carrying me to the bungalow.
"Your, uh, marking will get washed off," I remind him.
He nods. "I can mark you again. Besides, I’d like to put some cream on your ass so it doesn’t sting as much."
"You seriously have a thing for my ass."
"After our shower I’ll show you just how much of a ‘thing’ I have for your ass," he winks.
I’m speechless again. My mouth opens and closes and he chuckles. He lifts me into his arms.
"Trust me, baby, you’ll enjoy it."
I think of his cock size and I’m not so sure.
I STEP OUT OF THE SHOWER and as I dry off I hear some soft music playing in the other room. I close and tie my robe and head into the living area of the bungalow, stopping dead in my tracks when I see Cage sitting on the bed, his back against the pillows, his eyes closed, while he sings softly and strums a guitar. Cage plays the guitar? What? And, wow, he can sing.
I slowly make my way toward him, trying like hell not to interrupt him. I recognize the song: Make You Miss Me by Sam Hunt. Holy smokes that’s hot.
"Join me," he tells me. "And you can pick up your jaw from the floor."
I snicker and sit in front of him, cross-legged on the bed.
He starts singing and I lift a brow. He smirks.
"Clever."
He nods and I start singing the chorus with him. When the song’s over, I just look at him. Who is this man?
I laugh out loud.
"What?" he asks with a smirk.
"Who are you?"
"Cage Nichols, man of many talents."
"Mmm, that you are."
He winks.
"I had no idea you could sing and play guitar. Why didn’t you ever mention it?"
"It’s private. For just me and you," he tells me while strumming the chords.
"When did you learn to play? Who taught you? Oh my God! This is amazing," I laugh.