(Eros' POV)

I pulled Athena out of the pool after myself and noticed goosebumps prickle her beautiful skin. Shivering, she scowled at me, still very pissed, but I knew exactly how to knock off that anger and appease her.

She turned away from me and peered down at her dress. "I was going to auction this, but you ruined it!"

I chuckled as the cold air clung onto the wet clothes that stuck to my body. "The actual wedding dress counts, not this one. People will pay more after knowing the story behind it." I popped up behind her and caressed my finger along her slender neck and down her spine until I reached the fabric of her dress. "Maybe you should remove this before you get sick."

She forced my hands off her by rolling her strong shoulders back. "Don't touch me!"

She was feisty and I loved it. Even after professing her love for me and warming me with her caring side, she snapped back to the bossy Athena a second later which I thoroughly enjoyed as always. She didn't change and wouldn't change for anything or anyone which I admired. And when she got feisty like that, I got hard thinking about how much I wanted to pin her down and fuck her till she couldn't walk straight.

My hands gripped the thick material of the dress at the seams behind her neck and forcefully ripped it apart in a quick motion which provoked a gasp out of her. "Now it's truly ruined."

And I knew it was then that I had fired her up by the deathly glare she bestowed upon me. Her nose was reddening along with the apples of her cheeks as the pool water trickled down her face and neck from the loose strands partly glued to her skin. Her beautiful jaw clenched intensely, and she looked so damn gorgeous even when angry. She exuded power, but I also found her too damn adorable.

"I'm going to murder you," she seethed.

I smirked at her feeble threat and closed the distance between us by roughly slamming my lips to hers, unable to control myself. She didn't pull away. Instead, she reciprocated the kiss aggressively along with shoving her sharp nails into my sides, reminding me that she was still mad. As our lips held the embrace, my hands hastily slid the dress down her arms immediately before she could rebel, rendering her half-naked before me. She looked fuckable in the beige strapless bra and matching panties.

Her eyes widened at once as she attempted to pull away. "What the-"

My arms imprisoned her beautiful body between them. "Don't worry. No one is on the property but us, and I have the cameras turned off for tonight."

She narrowed her pretty little eyes at me in defiance but didn't try to break free. My palms squeezed her nice, round ass that was a perfect fit for my big hands. I lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her long legs around my waist as I carried her to the bed we were sitting on earlier that was covered in rose petals. I laid her down carefully, watching her tremble a little because of the chilly temperature.

I hovered over her body, partially shielding her from the breeze. There was no panic in her eyes like the one she used to hold onto tightly a year ago whenever I towered over her in any way. With therapy, that fear had faded away. I attended those sessions with her so that the therapist could use me as the prop to help her overcome it all because I was the only one Athena trusted to do it with, and slowly, she finally let go of that fear and I couldn't be prouder.

I dipped down and kissed her slowly this time, but she sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of my lower lip until it bled. I hissed and pulled my head back to look at the minx who was my wife now.

"Oops," she said with narrowed eyes. "I'm still angry with you."

My thumb brushed over the little wound and picked up on some of the blood that left a metallic taste in my mouth. Intentionally or not, this woman turned me on violently. It wasn't necessarily the blood, but it was the fight and ferocity she kept up whenever we were intimate. She didn't press my buttons, but she slammed on them repeatedly and fired me up as I did to her. We both had blood rushing down to our genitals that fueled our raging lust for each other, and my dick was ready to drill her into the ground itself.

Pinning her arms above her head with one hand, my other one slipped under her panties and stroked her as I bit her lip and punctured a wound similar to mine. She winced and moaned at once which was a beautiful tune to my ears.

"I hate you," she mumbled as I retracted my hand from her panties. She broke from the hold of my hand on her wrists, but remained underneath me, staring into my eyes. She had that "fuck-me" look in her eyes that glistened with the darkness of lust.

With a smile, I buried my face into the crook of her neck and sucked harshly on the skin, leaving the same marks on her shoulder. "How much?"

In a swift move, she reversed our positions by putting me on my back and straddling my hips. "You know exactly how much." She leaned down and suckled on the hollow of my throat. Her arms wrapped around me as much as they could while she nuzzled her face to my chest. "And I'm cold."

I laughed and kissed the top of her head. Sliding her body off me, I picked up the blanket sitting on the edge of the bed and enveloped her in it like a little baby. "I thought we could have vanilla out here, but guess not."

I picked up the bottle of champagne from the bucket and helped Athena to her feet. I wasn't going to waste a good bottle of sparkling wine out here when I knew exactly how I wanted to use it.

          "I don't want vanilla."

          My ears perked up, a sleazy smirk stretching my lips. "Then what do you want?"

          "I just want to sleep."

          I shook my head at her. "Don't come begging for it later then." After handing her the bottle, I scooped her up bridal style and carried her inside the mansion that I built for her. It had everything she loved. Every little detail was made to her refined and luxurious taste. Cost me a fortune, but she made everything worth its price and even more. I couldn't wait to show her around.

          I carried her up the double staircase, her eyes remaining glued to my face. She didn't steal a glance at any decorations, furniture, paintings, or anything at all. She stared at me as if I was the masterpiece in the place.

          "Keep staring, and watch me fuck you against the wall," I warned her with a playful wink.

          She groaned and dropped her head back flaccid and finally looked up at the ceiling that led to our room. Like a child, she was cradled in my arms. So adorably cute. I just wanted to kiss the life out of her.

          Using Athena's feet, I pushed down on the handles of the double doors and revealed the room. As I placed her on the ground, I witnessed her eyes light up brightly that made me the happiest man alive. She walked inside and scanned her eyes over the large round bed then over everything else settled in the big room. It was four times as big as my old apartment in Staten Island, and I had to admit it to myself, it was beautiful.

          The light from the scented candles illuminated the area and the features of her face. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, giving her a big kiss on her cheek. "You like?"

          She hummed, continuing to look around. "It could be worse." Even though her response wouldn't sound like a compliment to anyone, I knew it was her way of saying she loved it.

          To always play down your emotions and keep it monotonous was what Athena taught me. But being with her for over a year, I knew exactly what she was trying to say.

          "Your stuff is in the walk-in right there. You can change into warm clothes."

          She did as I suggested and began walking in the direction of the closet. I followed her to get to my belongings, but she slammed the door behind herself. "Umm... If you didn't notice, I have wet clothes that need to be changed too."

          She left me hanging there in utter silence without even a snarky comment. It wasn't like I hadn't seen her naked before, but sometimes she just loved her alone time and so did I. We both respected that and didn't constantly breathe down each other's necks. If she wanted to have some time to herself right now, I wasn't going to interfere with it.

          I went ahead and poured myself some malt whiskey at the bar in the corner of the room since Athena took the bottle of champagne with her. It had been more than a month since we had sex. We were both busy and in different countries at times because of work which didn't give us the time to be intimate. She handled some of the wedding planning with Allaire and picked out a few decorations herself while I organized a fashion event for the company. And I was also trusted to move some shipments of guns to Latvia by Leo. I was deep in this mafia business by now, and honestly, it wasn't all that bad. It was fun. It was also mind-boggling how vast Leo's illegal business was and how extensive his family's reach was as well.

Athena knew about my involvement, but Leo's father strictly forbade her from meddling in this after everything, and I agreed with that man. Occasionally, I'd let her come with me, but that was about it.

Our relationship had been perfect in a fucked up sense during the past year. Almost dying and surviving more than once. We bantered casually all the time. If neither one of us riled the other one up with some dumb remark or poked fun at the other one, the day wasn't complete.

Our sex was always a battle for dominance, and it was truly exhilarating. It turned us both on beyond conceivable conception. At times, I'd let her take control of me, allowing her to blindfold and tie me up. She enjoyed it, and admittedly, I did too. The things she did to me and the pleasure she brought me couldn't be put into words. After she was done, I'd get my way.

And sometimes, she'd let me take the lead altogether, but I never pushed her limits by blindfolding or tying her up. I knew it was off the table right off the bat, and I didn't mind because of the horrific experiences she had as a teen. But I could still bring her Heaven in different ways with orgasm after orgasm as I fucked her the way I wanted, as rough as I wanted, as hard as I wanted, and in the positions I wanted. I was still extremely careful though, and all the sexual things I did to her were simmered down extensively because I feared hurting her or triggering a panic attack, which thankfully, never happened because she had gotten so much better. She never defied me on my day like a good girl because she was getting what she wanted; multiple and intense orgasms.

We both compromised for each other in every aspect of our lives and kept the equilibrium intact. We were versatile for each other and always came to a middle ground. It was how our relationship was. Intensely crazy at times and hilariously immature at others, but equal.

I never feared losing her after what we suffered together and the promises we made to each other, but all that seemed to falter around eight months ago when she got pregnant. After I had a taste of her without a condom, I never used one, and she didn't care. We were both tested and it was safe. There was a 99.99% chance of her never getting pregnant, and we didn't worry ourselves with it. I still couldn't believe that the 0.01% worked.

I found out when I saw the trashcan in our bathroom full of pregnancy tests. There were at least twenty and each one was positive. When I confronted Athena about it, she said it didn't matter because she'd soon lose the fetus. She was so sure about it and went on with the next month without a care as if there was nothing in her womb. I never pestered her about it because I knew she wouldn't want me to, but I couldn't help but think about our child that she was carrying. However, I suggested abortion as an option if that was what she wanted, but she didn't want to waste her time getting one. Instead, she wanted to let nature work its course and do the job for her.

When I woke up in the middle of the night one day, I didn't find Athena next to me. All I saw was a pool of blood on her side of the bed. Even thinking about it had my heart racing now. Those terrifying thoughts suffocated me. Everything from that hapless night was hauntingly vivid.

I had followed the drops of blood and went to the bathroom where she was sitting in the tub. That crimson liquid trailed from her vagina and seeped into the drain as she held her naked legs to her chest. She was expressionless and still like a statue, her eyes hopelessly staring at the fading blood. She didn't even bat an eye at me as I attempted to talk to her and hold her. She seemed stoic on the outside, but I knew she was in shambles on the inside, not knowing how to feel. I called her doctor who rushed to our place and got her the help she needed. She was the strongest, but her womb wasn't as strong.

After it all, she barely interacted with me for the next few weeks. She even slept with Yana in her room. At that moment, I was scared shitless. I didn't want to lose the love of my life. I wanted to hug her to my chest and let her cry it out if she needed to, but I gave her the space she wanted to process it all on her own all the while nurturing her back to good health and making sure she took her meds and got the rest she needed.

          I couldn't imagine how she must have felt having suffered two miscarriages; one at the age of fifteen and another one ten years later. I didn't even know how I felt because I was too worried about her well-being. She was in both physical and mental pain, there was no doubt about it, but it also left me in excruciating distress. I was restless without her.

Then one night, she finally came into our room and crawled on top of me to just lay in my arms. I hugged her tight in return, wanting to make all the pain disappear for her. She didn't cry, but I could feel the sadness ooze out of her and fill me up instead. I cursed myself for not being careful. We both knew the risk and that the miscarriage was coming. I should have made sure she never got pregnant in the first place to have to deal with the consequences later.

We talked a little about what happened, not too much because she didn't want to. We both vowed to never bring it up again or tell anyone about it. She got a birth control implant to make sure this didn't happen again even though the chances were hopelessly slim.

We didn't want babies. We already had two grown up kids, and if you added Lina and Heaven now, the count was four. The idea of a baby sounded cute, but thinking about it, we weren't equipped with what it took to raise a tiny human who couldn't do anything for itself. We weren't ready. I sure as hell wasn't. Maybe Athena could do it. She could do anything she put her mind to. I mean, she was ready to have a baby at fifteen, but I wouldn't peg her to be up for it now. Babies made her cringe, and it was hilarious to watch her around Belle's kid.

But I remember Genesis. That's what she wanted to name her unborn child a decade ago if it were a girl. And I loved it. Maybe one day we could adopt another kid and name her Genesis, but I knew it was a farfetched idea and wasn't going to happen. Yana and Oli were enough. Dreaming couldn't hurt, right?

Going through two glasses of the burning liquor, I set the glass down and watched the closet door open slowly. Athena leaned against the frame, her eyes a bit hooded and full of burning desire. A lacy red bra pushed her perfect breasts together and a matching pair of panties barely covered her voluptuous ass. Her hair was finally down and free of any pins that were in earlier, and the red stilettos... Holy fuck!

I laughed to myself, my dick harder than it'd ever been. I couldn't believe that that woman was my wife now.

Sliding off the stool by the bar, I strode in her direction as she met me halfway. With the heels, she stood just as tall as me. My hands brushed up her sides and stopped right under her bra. I feathered my thumbs over the beautiful design that I tattooed myself below her boobs. It served to hide the letter F scarred into her flesh by Fabian. She wanted to get rid of it, and I wanted to disintegrate that cunt's memory completely from her mind and her body. After she got the phoenix tattooed on her back, she asked me to design her an underboob tattoo, and I couldn't be more honored.

It was a pair of beautiful, majestic wings that rested under each breast. In the middle sat a large diamond that wore a crown. She was a one of a kind gem, and she sure as hell was a fucking queen. She loved the end result after I tattooed it on her, and I couldn't be happier.

"I thought you were sleepy."

          Her arms wrapped around my neck. "It's our wedding night, Mr. Husband."

          I chuckled, loving those words slip out of her mouth and feeling the curves on her back. I was certain she drank the entire bottle of champagne or at least half of it. "Yes, it is, Mrs. Wife."

          She brushed her red stained lips against mine as I grounded my pelvis to hers. I knew what she desired and how badly she wanted it by the drowsy look in her eyes. Her hands rubbed my chest gently over the wet shirt before she slammed me against a wall with the force that cracked the mirror behind me. Fuck! Someone was really horny.

"Quiero que estés dentro de mi (I want you inside of me)." It was as if the ruptured mirror was nothing before her lust for me. And admittedly, it wasn't.

"I love when you talk dirty in Spanish," I growled under my breath and squeezed her waist between my fingers. "Voy a devorarte (I'm going to eat you up)."

She smiled lazily, then slightly tugged on my hair. "Then kiss your way down to my pussy."

She was always so proper and posh, but when she used filthy language, she made me the hardest. My fingers traced her neck, then grabbed it. Reversing our positions, I pinned her against the wall instead as her fingernails dug into my biceps. "Yes, ma'am."

My lips started at her jaw, peppering it with kisses as her entire body burst into chills. I bit and nibbled on her skin down the valley of her breasts. Red marks contrasted against her fair skin immediately that expressed the tale of the night we were going to have. With those love bites, I claimed her as mine. She was my wife now. Mine to kiss, mine to love, and mine to fuck. No other man could possibly take her from me, and she wouldn't want to go. That fact made me smile.

Going further down and kneeling, I kissed her midriff, feeling her abdominal muscles tighten upon the tender touch. I covered her old scars with the same marks I left on her neck and chest that embellished her flat stomach. Even if she gained a hundred pounds tomorrow, I would love her the same, if not more, because every day I found something new to adore about her, and it'd only be more skin for me to kiss and love anyway.

Her scars told the tales of the wars she fought, the brutality she suffered and, most importantly, survived. She was a fucking survivor and came out the strongest after each battle which made me admire her even more. I could only thank my lucky stars for uniting us because she was the best thing that ever happened to me. Imagining my life without her was impossible for me now.

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My teeth grazed the area right above the band of her lacy panties. I glanced up and saw her eyes shut, waiting for me to dive in for the dessert. I grabbed the fabric tightly and tore it to shreds in a quick motion. She didn't rebel. She knew how much I enjoyed ripping off her clothes, and she wouldn't have worn it if she didn't want it to be in pieces.

I guided her one leg and anchored it over my shoulder for easy access. I kissed and bit her inner thigh which sent a shiver up her spine. Her fingers tangled in my hair and pushed my head against her wet core. I pecked her protruding nub softly, taking it slow only to tease her.

          The tip of my tongue flicked against her clit and tasted her. She arched her back against the mirrored wall and let out a gasp. I sucked on her nub hard and heard her almost scream, but she stifled it by biting her lip. Slowly, I penetrated her pussy with my thumb all the while continuing to tease her with light strokes of my tongue.

          "Stop teasing me!" she commanded, tightening her grip on my hair and straining them against my scalp. She rocked her core to my mouth, holding my head still. "Just make me cum."

          It was my job to please her and give her whatever she wanted, and making her cum was always the highlight of my day. Who the fuck was I to deny her the erotic pleasure of an orgasm?

          I shoved three of my fingers inside her and forced a cry out of her throat. If she wanted it, she was going to get it all. Whilst moving them inside her, my mouth worked its magic on her clitoris and the area all around it. My teeth bit and played with her, and I knew she was loving every moment of it. She was noticeably getting weaker in her knees with each lap of my tongue. As I glanced up from below, I noticed her chest flushing, gaining a red tint that mimicked her kissable cheeks.

          I quickened the pace of my fingers inside her as her toned leg on my shoulder began to squeeze, the pointy heel poking me. I held onto her waist with my free hand so that she wouldn't fall when she soon hit her peak. Her breaths got louder and shallower as my fingers continued to ravage her and my mouth marked its territory. Just one little move and she'd come unraveling down, so I did it.

          I pushed my fingers further up and curled them, stroking her G-spot which, as expected, tipped the Jenga of pleasure that had been building up. She screamed my name as my fingers didn't slow down their greedy assault and stretched out her orgasm. She rode the high like a good girl and soaked my hand in her juices that dripped down my arm. Her stance faltered due to the wave, but I held her up strongly with both hands and let my mouth lick up every last drop her sweet pussy had produced for me.

          Once she finally came down the high, she let out a satisfied sigh and got her respiration back to normal. I placed her leg back on the ground as her fingers loosened from my strands and soothingly brushed through my hair. I stood back up and laced her lips with her own juice that I kissed off her mouth and made her taste at the same time.

"Mmm..." She hummed and slowly put a couple inches of space between us. I wanted to be deep inside her, but now she was torturing me with the little bit of distance. "You're too eager."

"Can you blame me?" She was the sexiest woman on this fucking planet. Period. Her confidence, her smile, her personality, her body, everything about her was fucking sexy. Even when she wore glasses, pranced around in baggy clothing, got angry and sassy, and scolded the kids to keep them in check like a true mother. It all just made her hotter and irresistible in my eyes. She was the epitome of a sexy goddess.

Her soft lips pecked my jawline and glided alongside it as her fingers started to slowly undo the buttons of my damp shirt. "Only if you had that scruff right now." She subtly bit my cheek and giggled to herself. "It makes me weak in my knees."

"You tell me that every time you're drunk."

"Well, I mean it." She popped open the last button then slithered her hands toward my arms to unhook the cufflinks and remove my shirt. "I'm giving you the reigns today."

          I smirked and felt my cock twitch in my pants. It was my turn now. "I'm listening."

          "You can do whatever you want to me. Anything you desire. Anything at all."

          I pulled my head back in confusion. She never gave me complete control, and I never wanted it with her considering the situation, and I was more than happy to do it the way she liked because, at the end of the day, she got me off the way no woman ever had. She was just that exceptional. We both had an unspoken boundary of where the lines were drawn when it came to down to sex. We understood and respected it. We were very satisfied after every bed-breaking session. I could fuck her hard and deep, even smack her on the ass and bend her over a kitchen counter roughly, and she could handcuff me to the bed, dig her nails into my skin until I bled, and sexually frustrate me, but it all had a limit, and we knew not to cross it.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded slowly, her fingernails soothing my bare chest in intricate sways. "As weird as it may sound, you're my husband now, Mr. Azallion." It did sound odd. It'd take me a while to get used to it. "And I wanna know what all the hype is about."

My cocked thickened as her palm gripped it strongly. "Hype about?"

          "You had many clients during your escorting days, and most of them came back for more." She unbuckled my belt slowly, her alluring eyes silently seducing me. "Give me a taste of what Rocco did."

          I distanced her hands from my body and pinned them above her head. She wiggled against my imprisonment a little but didn't attempt to break loose. She stared at me intently, patiently awaiting my next move.

          Pecking her lips gingerly, I rubbed our noses together and asked once again, "Are you sure, peaches?"

           With a warm smile, she broke her hands free from my hold and cupped my face. "Eros, I trust you fully. You've never pushed my limits to the highest extent, and I'm not asking you to do that. I want to try new things with you. You know, one step at a time."

          I smiled at her willingness to step out of her comfort zone. One step at a time. That line had become our thing.

          "I promise I won't push it." I pecked her knuckles. "Safeword?"

          "How about peaches?" I loved it. Her quick fingers unhooked my pants and slid down the zipper. She maneuvered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Even my ass isn't off tonight."

          "Fuck! You're killing me." I kissed her harshly, my entire body aching to be inside her. My tongue invaded her mouth and tasted every inch of her with desperation. Pulling back, I gave us both a few seconds to breathe before I ordered, "Get on your knees."

Her eyes darkened in defiance at once, which I found rather entertaining, but she didn't voice herself. Instead, she started out by sucking on the flesh of my naked chest with a little pain that I knew she inflicted on me for ordering her around. I found it cute. It only fueled my lust. She left the same marks that I imprinted all throughout her torso which contrasted against my tattoos. She lowered herself and kneeled before me as I desired before yanking down my pants around my ankles followed by my boxers which unleashed my cock from any restrains and sprung it mighty and free.

"Now put your hands behind your back."

          She obeyed me like a good girl but kept kissing my lower stomach, steering clear of my cock for now.

          I stopped her by lightly grabbing her jaw and elevating her head. Bending over, I pressed my lips to hers softly before wetting them with my tongue. "Pucker your lips a little and don't talk."

          "Where's the fun in that?"

          I slapped her mouth playfully and kept my fingertips there. "Shut your smart little mouth and do as I say."

          She swatted my hand away with a scowl, but eventually gave in to my demands. She just liked torturing me before actually doing the thing. The teasing satisfied her and making me wait put a victorious smile on her face each time. "Cunt."

          I chuckled. "Sweetheart, you're at my mercy tonight. I'd play nice if I were you."

          Her sparkling big eyes narrowed, however, a smirk pulled on her lips. "And you'll be at my mercy tomorrow night, so I'd be nice if I were you too."

          The vigor and vivacity in her always made me crumble with sexual ferocity and wanted me to give her all that I had. The fire cracking behind her irises burned my insides with such an intensified craving that I was certain if I didn't do something soon, I'd burst.

          "Pucker up and look at me." The dominance reverberated loud through my voice and she didn't breathe another word. Her eyes gazed up at me and remained in contact as I clutched my hardened muscle and stroked it before circling the tip against her puckered, wet lips that were big and juicy. Fuck! It felt so good. "Now, stick your tongue out."

          Her tongue was long and out within a second to play. I tapped the head of my cock on it, sliding it side to side a little and lubing up the shaft for her mouth. "Open your mouth up wide."

          She did as told and parted her mouth wider. My round head entered first, scraping her teeth a little as it slid further in. Her mouth expanded even more to accommodate my thick girth. Halfway in, it hit the back of her throat and my chest grumbled with pleasure. My hands fisted her hair, allowing myself to slowly pump in and out of her mouth and keep her head in place. My cock disappeared and reappeared in and out of her salivating mouth.

          A gag sounded from her throat as I quickened the pace just a little, still holding back a little because I knew I would come undone quickly from abstaining for over a month. My stamina was impeccable, but she always had a strange effect on me that made me want to shoot my load faster and deposit it deep inside her again and again. I didn't even beat my dick off either because it wasn't the real thing. It wasn't her.

          A couple more smooth slides and I retracted my cock from her mouth along with the string of saliva that trailed along. She swallowed quietly, her eyes watching me intently as I ran my hand up and down my entire length. Kicking my trousers and boxers away from my feet, I stepped closer and silently ordered her to suck on my balls.

          The warmth of her mouth around my testicles made my dick jump with excitement. She sucked on them hard like an expert, blessing me with that same unimaginable pleasure as always. Her talented tongue lapped around, saliva dripped down her chin, and her eyes remained the same; full of need and fiercely intact on me. She could follow orders well, but the power of knocking down every rule and command made her a sexy badass in my opinion, and the fact that I got her to bow before me like this, said a lot about our relationship and how much we appreciated each other when we did things we hadn't done for anyone else before.

I reclaimed her hair by twisting them around my hand and pulling her head back. Her mouth was opened instantly and she was ready to take me fully even without me telling her what to do. My cock glided into her mouth with ease, and this time, I slid it to the hilt until her big and beautiful red lips were at the base. Her brows furrowed but her eyes didn't close. Then, I withdrew a little and shoved it back in, hitting the back of her throat.

Her gag reflex kicked in, but that didn't stop me. Instead, my pace hastened, the thrusts getting a bit stronger. My fingers tightened fervidly around her strands and pulled on them as I fucked her mouth without anything holding me back. Blood ferociously rushed to my balls that were ready to burst due to the sensation flowing through me. I wasn't going to stifle my pleasure now. I groaned and continued to plunge my cock into her mouth harder.

Her hands finally shot up to my thighs to slow me down, however, the attempt was to no avail. Using the mirrored wall as support for the back of her head, I drove my dick all the way in and kept it there, shaking her head a bit as my erection thickened with the oncoming orgasm.

"I'm going to cum."

She choked on my cock which made me explode in her mouth. I pulled out immediately, stroking my shaft vigorously to get every last ounce of cum out and onto her face. My seed dripped down her chin and onto the floor as she restored her breath and swallowed all that I shot into her mouth.

"Fuck!" I cussed as the orgasm wore down, leaving me with a sense of wanting more. My thumb wiped the cum from her face and lathered it on her lips before inserting it into her mouth. Her eyes locked on mine as she seductively sucked my semen off my thumb like a good girl. My dick got harder instantly.

"You're so good." I bent down and kissed her cheek. Lifting her up, I moved her to the bed and set her down on the edge of it. "Just wait here for me."

I hopped over to the walk-in closet and left Athena puzzled. Opening up one of my suitcases, I pulled out a toy along with another silky item. She and I had experimented a little in the past, but nothing too extreme. I didn't want to go overboard with her, but I knew today was going to be different. I wasn't with just any woman out here. I was with my wife whom I loved unconditionally.

Striding back into the room, I noticed her pouring herself a glass of vodka. She took a swig of it and poured some more of the transparent liquid. Her heels created a rhythm as she sauntered back over to me. She put the glass to my lips and encouraged me to drink it up. The fluid seared down my throat but most of it spilled down my chin and chest.

          "Oops," she smirked cunningly and placed the glass down onto the bedside table, then sucked up the liquid off my chest and licked it with her tongue from my chin. Fuck! Dropping the items in my hand onto the bed, I made her sit beside it. She picked up the silky piece of fabric by the end and held it up in front of her. "A blindfold? Seriously?"

          "It's not gonna hurt you, baby." I grabbed it from her and kneeled between her legs. My hands rubbed her thighs in slow strokes, loosening her up from the thought of being blindfolded and vulnerable. "I'm not tying you up. Ever. Just gonna take your vision today. And don't worry. I won't run away with your booze."

          She shoved me a scowl whilst slapping my shoulder. "And I will burn your video games if you do."

          "Now I really can't leave." We both laughed before I gave her a warm kiss. It wasn't harsh like before. It was slow, full of passion and love. "One step at a time, right?"

          "One step at a time." She gave me her consent with those few words.

          I stood back up and put the maroon silk to her eyes, tying the ends up behind her head. I grabbed the bottle of Vodka from the bar and went back to her. Her hearing had been on high alert so she knew exactly where I was and twisted her head as I walked. My finger slid across her collarbone like a caress of a feather, urging goosebumps to erupt on her arms.

I took a swig of the alcohol before placing the alcohol bottle aside and unclasping her bra with my free hand. It fell loose and found itself on the floor. Her nipples were dagger-like and enticed me. The roundness of her tits was perfect and big for my hands to fondle.

I went ahead and flicked those hard nipples with my tongue. Athena sucked in a deep breath and leaned back on her elbows to give me room to work my magic on her. My hands groped her breasts a bit harshly, giving them a delightful squeeze. A gasp escaped her mouth as she threw her head back and enjoyed my handiwork. My mouth devoured them, my teeth leaving visible marks for her to look at later. She was notably ready for me.

I was glad that the blindfold didn't have her in hysterics. If I tried this a year ago, or even a couple months ago, it would've been a disaster.

Picking up the bottle of vodka, I opened Athena's mouth with my thumb and poured some of the fluid in. She gulped it down as some drops trickled down the corners of her lips. I didn't let them go to waste and licked them up. I parted her legs and kneeled between them. The burning liquid that disguised itself as water cascaded down her body as I tipped the heavy bottle. It flowed down the valley of her breasts, the midriff, then right into my mouth that was right under her sweet pussy.

"Eros..." she moaned my name, her fingers crushing the sheets between her claws.

"Lie down for me."

          She laid flat on her back after a few reluctant seconds and my reassurance, the sheets still suffocating in her grasp. I poured vodka on the hollow of her throat and drank it up before spilling some onto her bellybutton and sucking it up into my mouth. Her body reacted to the coldness of the alcohol soothed by the warmth of my mouth.

I spat on my fingertips and rubbed them against her puckered up tight hole whilst placing the bottle aside. "Are you ready?"

She snorted, blindly reaching out and grabbing the butt plug. She slid it into her mouth and lubricated it with her saliva. "As ready as I'll ever be."

I gave her a soft kiss and took the sex toy from her grasp. "I love you."

          "Stop buttering me up and get to the shit. Literally."

          We both had a second of absolute silence before bursting out into laughter. "Bruh. I can't fucking deal with you sometimes."

          "Shut up." She stifled her laughs and carried on. "Stall any longer and I think I will die."

          "Drama queen," I mocked and felt her kick my thigh immediately. "Okay, just relax your muscles. The more you tighten them, the more it'll hurt."

          She scoffed. "Do you know who the fuck you're talking to?" And there she was; the sassy, drunk Athena. "I know what to do, and I'm very much relaxed, for your kind information. Are you relaxed, big boy?"

          "I'm a second away from taping your mouth shut." I removed her heels and tossed them away.

          "Hmph!" I could almost sense the eye roll from under the blindfold, but she did zip her mouth up.

          My thumb glided into her butthole to get it ready for the plug. I massaged her insides a little and wet it a little more with my tongue before I slid the toy in tenderly. It stretched her up and forced a gasp from her opened mouth.

          "Oh my..." she moaned as I pushed it all the way in.

          "How you feeling?" I asked, caressing her thighs. "You good?"

          She nodded. "Yes."

          Dipping down, I kissed her then moved her to the middle of the bed toward the pillows. I turned her around in a swift swirl and put her ass up in the air with her head down. She wiggled that nice round butt of hers and squirmed a little. Grabbing a pillow, I laid it below her pelvis and positioned her comfortably on it. It was also easier for me to be inside her from behind.

          The diamond at the end of the butt plug poked out, but the rest stayed in nicely and got her ready for me. I tapped the head of my dick against her pussy that was remarkably wet in anticipation before sliding it in slowly.

          "I'm so full," she husked out, burying her head further into the mattress, her disheveled hair falling all over and hiding her beautiful face from me.

"Shh..." I pushed my length further in and heard her let out a muffled cry. My hands moved her hair to the side as I bent over her back and kissed her ear. "I don't wanna hear anything but you cry out my name."

She moaned as I moved inside her in leisure strokes, taking it a bit slow for now. Meanwhile, I also twisted the butt plug in her ass and noticed her fisting the sheets. The toy and my cock shifted in and out in sync, giving her a taste of double penetration. If it was a dildo instead of a plug, I would've made this experience even better for her.

Sweat formed on my chest from the thrilling excitement. Leaving the plug alone, I focused on her heavenly pussy. I thrust a bit deeper and faster, grinding her the way she liked.

"Just like that," she sighed in pleasure.

My arm reached under her and grabbed her throat, not too harshly. I elevated her head and kissed her lips hungrily whilst ramming my pulsating cock into her pussy repeatedly. "Only my name," I reminded her.

"Eros," she whined, taking my dick well like a good girl.

My pelvis thwacked against her ass, and the sound it made was of someone clapping. Loud and proud. "You like it, baby?"

"Yes," she mewled softly.

"You want more? Harder?"

"Please." The only time she said please was in such situations when she wanted more than I was giving her. It gave me a sense of power over her.

Without an ounce of reluctance, I spread her legs apart, making her do a split on the mattress before slipping my cock all the way in. The tip touched her cervix before I retracted back and drove it in again. I gave her deep thrusts that had her screaming loud. I didn't stop because I could feel her insides tightening with heat. My thumb began circling her clitoris just to give her that edge and push.

"Cum."

And she did just that. Her body trembled from the orgasm that shook her to the core and blessed my cock with heavenly, pulsating quivers. I smiled and kissed her Phoenix tattoo that I absolutely loved. It made her more of a badass.

I pulled out my dick from her enchanting cunt then removed the butt plug from her ass and quickly replaced it with my slick rod that glistened with her juice. "Eros!" she yelped in surprise. The plug wasn't impressive compared to my cock that was long and thick, and not even half of it was in yet. It stretched that hole of hers slowly, and I moaned from how good, warm, and tight it felt around my shaft.

"Fuck! Athena..." I moaned her name and slid an inch further in. My mind and entire body basked in the tingling sensations cascading through every part of my body and taking over my mind. The impact she had on me was strong and utterly magnificent. I wasn't drunk on alcohol, I was drunk on her; her love, her body, her lust, and the pull she had on my heart and mind.

She separated her buttcheeks and encouraged me to penetrate her more, and I did with a smirk on my lips. She wanted it just as much as I did. My cock entered her fully and she chanted my name in soft whispers that echoed loud with desire and a hint of a plea. She was so pure; I wanted to crush her in an embrace, but I had to give her immense pleasure first.

I moved slowly and gave her some time to get used to it. Few more pushes and I ordered her, "Play with yourself for me."

Her hand reached down immediately and massaged her clit as my strokes got harder and gained momentum. "Oh m-" The sentence got interrupted by her scream as I pounded her ass now. I held her still by her waist and drilled into her without any remorse, fucking her deep.

My balls slapped against her core as she continued fondling herself. The slickness of her juice on my dick made the penetration easier and not as painful for her, but I was sure it still caused her some discomfort. The muscles of her back entrance relaxed even more, and I knew she was incredibly turned on. The wetness of her pussy was also proof of that.

"I love fucking your ass," I confessed breathlessly with sweat trickling down my abs.

"Yes," she cried out loud, letting everyone know what was transpiring in here. The closest people were our men on the outskirts of the property guarding us, and I bet they heard her clearly.

She backed her ass up and wiggled it which got her convulsing and shuddering with another orgasm. "Eros," she gasped my name like it was a sin. And well, we were both sinners in this world of monsters, and she was the only beauty I wanted to sin with without any bounds.

I slapped her ass hard and turned her around quickly, shoving my cock back into her butthole with her toned legs shooting straight up. It was my turn to cum now. Her mouth was stuck open as I pounded her while her nails dug into my buttcheeks and pushed me farther inside her.

Then suddenly, she spoke, "Peaches!"

Hearing her safeword, I backed off immediately and stared at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She ripped off her blindfold and turned me on my back, straddling my lap instantly. Her mesmerizing eyes glimmered as I chuckled. Angling the tip of my shaft upright at the entrance of her vagina, she glided down on it and urged us both to moan.

My hands immediately clutched her smooth thighs and squeezed. She rocked back and forth whilst grabbing my throat and pinning me down. The tighter her hold got, the deeper my fingers delved into her flesh. Her hand then covered my mouth as she leaned down and whispered, "I'm glad you're all mine forever."

"And I'm glad you're mine," I mumbled against her palm and smiled.

          We had never put a label on us. None of that girlfriend-boyfriend shit. We fucked, lived together, adopted two kids, and we still didn't name our relationship. We knew whatever we had was valuable on many levels. I loved her and she loved me even though she never said it before today. It was silent, but known that we were each other's. Now, we had that label of husband and wife. And in all honesty, it was a bit intimidating, but I liked it. We were linked forever now.

          She removed her hand from my mouth and placed it to the side of my head. Her ass bounced up and down, slapping against my pelvis. She rode me like a cowgirl on a fast horse, her perfect breasts bouncing with each landing. Fuck! She was incredible.

          Pulling her down, I held her firmly against my body and began plummeting my cock up into her. Her hair fell on my face as I continued the sweet invasion she loved like a rabbit loaded on energy drinks. "Cum inside me."

          I didn't know exactly what I was waiting for, but those three words did it for me. I shot my load inside her and she came spiraling down with me. It was her fourth orgasm of the night and it hadn't even been an hour. Our genitals throbbed from the exceptional high we both rode out longer than anticipated and fell prey to. My mind was liquid, and all I knew was how much I loved this woman.

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          She remained on top of me as we both panted from the intense workout. Her long hair stuck to my chest, my fingers running up and down the crease of her spine. Small tremors from the high still took her on a bumpy ride. My hands kneaded her ass and tried to soothe away any pain I caused her.

          "You good, peaches?" I asked softly.

          She remained silent with her head still buried in the crook of my neck before she finally peered up with a lazy smile and a look of pure satisfaction. "Hi!"

          "Hi!" I laughed at the way she spoke like a toddler.

          She giggled and kissed my chest. Silence found her again, but her eyes helplessly gawked at me. They were hooded and high on love. She began humming our wedding song, drawing circles into my chest with her nail. "Oh, I do love you..." she sang the last line of the verse with a bright smile. She did have a melodic voice and could sing the roof off this place if she wanted to. She sang when she was alone and happy, and I caught her in the act a few times.

          "Happy?"

          With a nod of her head, she answered my question and continued staring at me. "I love you."

          "I thought you were never going to say it again."

          "I'm drunk. Consider me... what's it called?"

          "Generous?" I gawked at her dumbfoundedly.

          "Yes, that word. You see, it's not a word in my dictionary, hence the trouble recalling it."

          I smacked her ass. "You've helped my family with so much. You've changed Yana and Oli's life for the better. You saved the girls that were being forced into prostitution with Yana. You've helped each one become stronger. You anonymously donate to charities. You'd lay your life down for the Bonferroni family. I call that pretty generous."

          "Whatever." She brushed me off.

          I tucked her sweaty strands behind her ear. "You may be a bitch to everyone, but that's your go-to defense mechanism, Athena, and you enjoy it. Admittedly, I love watching you burning people's will. It's entertaining. We can't allow people getting close to your heart that belongs to me now, can we?"

          "How cheesy!" She chuckled and rolled off me. "I'm hungry."

          "I'm starving." I hopped off the bed and located my boxers, sliding them on. The chef had cooked food and kept it ready for us before leaving with the other staffers. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed her still laying on the bed. "Coming?"

          "I'm sore. I can't walk. Pick me up."

          I scoffed. "You're not paralyzed, drama queen."

          "You wish I was, dick!" she fired back.

          "Oh, no! I wouldn't want to carry your fat ass around."

          "Well, you're not getting it ever again."

          "Oh, really?" I dragged her across the bed and picked her up, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist. I slapped and squeezed her butt.

          She grinned like a sly vixen. "It was that easy."

          "Oh, wifey," I sighed. "I hate your tactics."

          "Oh, hubby," she sighed as I did and smirked. "You love them."

          "I love you more."

          Her lips embraced mine passionately with no sense of rush. "And I love you."

          "Oh, damn! Third time in one day," I teased.

          "Shut up."

I hoped you enjoyed this book as much as I did writing it. This is the end of Atheros ship in this book, but their story will continue in Leo and Arie's books. I hope to see you all there. If this is as far as you wanna go, then I'm glad to have you so far. Thank you for giving this book a shot and giving me a chance as an author.

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Much love ❤️
~Reet