Chapter Twelve

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ELEANOR WAS ALL MY weaknesses in one.

Her taste as my tongue entered her pussy.

Her moans as I worshipped her.

Her jerks as I inserted two fingers.

Her scent as I pushed her toward another release.

All of her.

Every mewl, every smile, every touch, every moment had the power to kill me in the best way possible. I would die a happy man if I was permitted to spend the rest of my life right here on my knees before my exquisite wife.

She swung in the vines, the natural strength of the creepers holding her at the perfect height for me to feast. Withdrawing my fingers, I planted my hands on either of her thighs, pushing her wider apart.

She cried out as the vines pulled while I pushed, spreading her so I could witness every fold, glisten, and secret. Her head tipped back as I bent my neck and sucked on her clit.

“Fuck, Sully.” She spasmed as I licked my way down to her entrance.

Her taste was a mix of both of us. A blend of prior pleasure and a carnal pledge of our marriage.

“I can’t...I’m-I’m—” Her voice echoed with pain and pleas. “Please, Sully. Let me—”

I drove my tongue deeper into her, my nose buried on her clit, my entire face between her legs.

She didn’t stand a chance.

I drove her up and shoved her over.

She came on my mouth, her orgasm twitching her in the vines, over and over as her body splintered and shattered.

I climbed to my feet before she’d finished, wiping away the slickness on my chin and notching my hips between her legs. My cock stood to full attention as I rubbed myself on her, gathering up her wetness, teasing both of us.

She moaned and struggled to raise her head, slumped and sated in the vines. She blinked with hooded eyes, watching where my cock pleasured both of us. “Sully...”

“Need something else?” I pressed harder, making her swing, bringing her to a stop with my hands on her breasts. The shells and beads draping over her beautiful flesh tried to hide her decency. Grabbing them, I yanked them over her head, allowing them to fall in a shower of discarded jewellery to the deck.

She flinched as a cord broke, scattering its contents and bouncing beads through the slats of the bamboo, disappearing to the forest floor below.

She’d never looked more sublime. Coffee tangled hair all loose around her, her arms spread and bound, her body defying gravity at the perfect height for me to plunge inside. I wondered what position our bodies were in back at Hawksridge Hall. Did I have her on the bed? On the floor? Had our desire caused our tethers to untie, in which case we could be in the fucking corridor by now.

But I didn’t care.

The only thing I cared about was being inside this woman. Again and again and again.

Fisting myself, I pushed her forward, loving the pendulum effect of her trapped and swinging. She bit her bottom lip as her momentum brought her back to me.

Using gravity to do my work, I angled my cock and waited for her to return to me.

Her mouth opened wide as she swung directly onto my cock, sinking me inside her, inserting me to the hilt in one rock.

“Holy shit.” I groaned, my knees locking against the bands of pleasure shooting down my legs.

Eleanor gasped, her chest panting with pure pleasure. “Oh, my God.”

My fingernails dug into her hips, pulling her harder into me, needing to crawl inside her.

And she let me.

She had no choice. This was my true fantasy. Having her completely at my mercy. To take my time with her. To torment. To control. To own.

With my hands on her knees, I pushed her forward, drawing her down my length, leaving glistening desire covering me.  

She shuddered as I pushed until she hovered on my tip. Her pussy spread, welcoming me to take her deeper. My breath caught. I couldn’t move as a lashing orgasm spiralled up my legs and throbbed in my balls.

It would be so easy to come. Too easy. But I wanted to drive both of us insane first.

Allowing her to fall toward me, I groaned as her body enveloped mine, slick and warm.

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.”

She laughed gently, her inner muscles once again fisting me in delicious ways. “I think you broke both of us.”

“I wanted that to last longer.”

“No reason it can’t.” Her legs struggled to close, fighting against the vines’ entrapment. “Cinta isn’t done with us yet.”

I grinned, looking at where we stayed joined, drinking in the perfection of everything that I’d gained by earning her love. “You’re right. We have plenty of time to play.”

“We’re on holiday, after all.” She smiled.

“When you put it that way...” Gathering her close, I tugged her out of the vines’ embrace. “I know the perfect place for another playground.”

Tumbling into my arms, Eleanor didn’t object as I scooped her from the deck and marched toward the small bamboo walkway leading deeper into the trees.

This was an illusion. Well fabricated and carefully coded.

A place of absolute freedom.

A wonderland where reality wasn’t welcome, sex was unbelievable, and every moment with my wife was the ultimate fantasy.

And I wasn’t finished with her yet.