SWNOVELS The Secret Fiancée: Chapter 40
The sound of metal scraping across the basement floor sends a chill running down my spine, a familiar nightmare holding me in its clutches. I blink against the fabric that covers my eyes, and my other senses instantly become hyper-alert. The air is hot and humid, and my clothes are sticking to my skin, just like I remember.
I try to move against the restraints that hold my ankles and wrists, but it’s all to no avail. Each time I have this nightmare, I’m forced to experience every second of this ordeal all over again, never able to change even the smallest detail. Each time, I’m reminded how helpless I was, how clueless.
Soft feminine sniffling grabs my attention, and my heart wrenches. “Jill,” I murmur, my throat sore from screaming.
“Lex,” she cries, shuffling in her seat in an attempt to get closer to me.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, over and over again, my heart twisting painfully. “I’m sorry, Jill.”
“Lex! Lexington!”
I startle awake to find beautifully warm brown eyes looking down at me, nothing but one of my loose t-shirts covering her as her hands grip my shoulders. “Raya.”
She cups my face, concern written all over her face. “You were having a nightmare, and I couldn’t wake you from it. You kept thrashing and groaning like you were in pain. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I stare at her, taking in her long dark hair, and the genuine anguish in her eyes. “Lex?”
I draw a shaky breath and pull her on top of me, my grip tight. She sighs and places her head right across my chest, her leg draping over my body. “I’m fine,” I murmur, unsure if I’m being honest. I haven’t had that nightmare in over a year, but I should’ve known the issues with the security systems would trigger it.
Raya sighs when I push my hand through her hair, the weight of her body on top of mine reassuring in a way she can’t possibly imagine. My wife tilts her head and brushes her lips against my throat, pressing soft kisses against my skin, over and over again.
She stills in my arms, and I hug her tightly, my free hand playing with her hair. Her sweet honey scent is soothing, and fuck… she feels like home.
“Lex,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “Who is Jill?”
My entire body tenses, and she pushes off me a little to look me in the eye. Her gaze is searching, her expression more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen it before.
“No one.”
Her face falls, and she looks away, but not before I catch a glimpse of something akin to heartbreak in her gorgeous eyes. I bite down on my lip and tighten my grip on her before rolling us over, startling her.
She falls back onto the bed, her hair spreading all over our pillows, but it’s those stunning eyes of hers that keep me captivated. No one has ever looked at me that way before — like she truly sees me. “There is no one but you, Raya. No one else matters,” I murmur, silently pleading for her to believe me as I lean in for a kiss. She exhales shakily in the moments before my lips meet hers, her hands wrapping into my hair.
I cover her body with mine, and her leg instantly wraps around my hip, her fingers on my nape, right in that spot that makes me shiver. I tighten my grip on her hair to expose her neck, and she exhales shakily when I kiss her just below her ear, before sliding my teeth across her sensitive skin.
My beautiful wife moans my name when I suck on her skin, marking her as mine, before moving to her collarbone to do the same. “Only you, baby,” I whisper, needing her to believe me, when I don’t deserve her understanding.
Her breath hitches when I grab the t-shirt she’s wearing and pull it up. She lifts her arms for me, and moments later, I have her naked in my bed, looking like a fucking angel. She has no idea what she does for me, doesn’t know she’s slowly leading me back onto a path I didn’t think I’d ever walk again. “You are everything,” I tell her, but it doesn’t take away the insecurity in her eyes. It fucking kills me to see it, to know I put it there.
I sigh and lean in to kiss her, wishing my touch will do what my words failed to. Her hands thread into my hair when my lips meet hers, and she lifts her hips until she’s got my cock nestled right between her pretty legs. I grin against her mouth and brush my tongue over the seam of her lips, forcing her to open up for me, deepening our kiss. I love that little sound she makes in the back of her throat, so needy, so sexy, and all fucking mine.
She gasps when I run my fingers down the side of her body, my lips never leaving hers. She moans when I push her legs apart with my knees and stroke the inside of her thigh, a wicked smile putting a halt to our kiss the second I realize how wet she is.
“You’re dripping for me,” I whisper, my fingers making their way to her soaking pussy. “Tell me, Raya, is this all for me?”
She looks into my eyes, her lips parted and her breathing shallow. “It’s always been for you, Lex. Always will be.”
Fuck. My heart overflows with something I’ve never felt before, and I just stare at my wife for a moment, overcome with emotions I can’t even identify. “Yeah?” I whisper, my fingers delving between her legs, until they’re coated in her wetness. “Tell me, baby. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
Her eyes fall closed when two of my fingers slide into her, my thumb finding her clit. She bites down on her lip, and fuck, I know right then and there that I need this image to be mine, only mine, always. “Yours,” she moans when I curl my fingers, hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her beg so prettily. “I’m yours, Lex.”
“Good girl,” I whisper, circling my thumb around her clit in approval. “This pussy is mine, do you understand?”
She whimpers and shifts her hips in an attempt to get my thumb to move over her clit, but I shake my head and keep my fingers still. “Answer me.”
Her lashes flutter, and the most beautiful blush stains her cheeks rosy. I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful, and fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever needed anyone more badly. “I understand,” she whispers.
Her continuous reassurance is a soothing balm to my wounded soul, the words taking away the lingering doubts my nightmare left me with. “So obedient,” I murmur, pleased. My fingers continue their torment, and she gasps as I bring her to the edge swiftly, wanting to reward her. “You’re my good girl, my sweet wife, my little fairy… aren’t you, Raya?”
She nods. “Your wife,” she moans. “Only yours, always yours.”
I bite down on my lip, enchanted. Raya is everything I never knew I needed. She’s joy, and love, and light. She’s hope personified, and for some insane reason, she’s mine. I just hope she never realizes how unworthy I am.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, increasing my pace. “Show me my favorite sight. Let me watch my wife come for me.”
Her eyes are locked with mine as her pussy contracts around my fingers right as she inhales sharply, her lips slightly parted. The sexiest moan escapes her pretty mouth, and her lashes flutter closed, her hips shaking. Fucking beautiful.
“Again,” I demand, and she shakes her head, her gaze sultry. I smirk at her as I draw leisurely circles around her clit, not quite touching it, but not letting up either. “You act like that was a request, Raya,” I murmur. “We both know it wasn’t. Give me one more, my little fairy.”
She begins to whimper, little needy sounds escaping her sexy lips as her hips begin to roll, another orgasm building. “Lex,” she whispers. “Please. Please.”
“God, I love the way you beg for me, baby. Love that pretty little mouth, this tight, wet, perfect pussy.” My touch becomes more merciless, and her moans come faster, louder, until her head falls back, her back arching as another orgasm washes over her.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I whisper, mesmerized. “My gorgeous wife.”
She’s breathing hard as she collapses onto the bed, her gaze filled with desire. “Please,” she moans. “I need you.”
“You want this?” I murmur, pushing my cock up against her, only the fabric of my boxer shorts keeping us apart.
She nods, pure desire dancing in her stunning brown eyes, and fuck, it’s beyond surreal to think that’s all for me. “Then take it, Raya. I’m yours — every single inch of me.”
Her gaze roams over my face, her expression shifting into something that looks a lot like hope, like love. I don’t fucking deserve it, but I can’t help but relish it. My wife grabs my boxers and pushes them down, her eyes on mine as she grabs my cock, holding it firmly.
“Yours,” I whisper. “All yours, Raya.”
She lines me up against her and smiles as she wraps one leg over my hip, her gaze provocative. “Then give me what’s mine, Lex. Give me all of you.”
All of me…
She has no idea, does she?
Somewhere along the line, she took what’s left of me.