Blaze (Virtues & Lies 3)

“Fleur…”

“God!” she rolls her eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

Grace doesn’t stir at all when I put her in her crib. Mum changed her shortly after we finished taking photos, and Penny took it upon herself to feed and ready her for the night. I pull the pink bow headband from her head and throw it into the corner where the paper bin is sitting.

“No more pink,” I whisper over her forehead as I ghost a kiss on it.

When I turn, Fleur is leaning on the door frame, hands in the pockets of her dress and a salacious smirk lighting her face. I make my way to her, and rather than picking her up in the traditional way, I hoist her up my body until her legs round my hips.

Before we make it inside, she’s kissing me so hard that all the breath leaves my lungs. Pushing her up against the wall, I let her have her fill. She comes up for a gasp of air, and before she has a chance to come back for more, I crush my lips to hers, devouring her moans as her legs tighten around me. Her breasts push into me wantonly with her groin grinding over me.

Holy fuck. I want to have every inch of her. To kiss. To taste. To feel.

“Casper,” she murmurs as I carry her over the threshold of our room. I close the door softly so Grace doesn’t wake. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Working my jacket over my shoulders, she pushes it down my arms until it’s straining and can’t go any lower, doing the same with my shirt. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling my face up while she laves at the tattoo on my neck.

“I want you to make love to me. Tonight.” Her whisper rolls through me, making my already hard dick harder. Painfully so.

“What if it hurts?”

“Then it’ll hurt better than ever.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” she gasps when I nip at her collarbone.

I’m not sure how this is going to go, but I want her relaxed after a long day. Taking her into the bathroom, I sit her on the vanity while I light the ridiculous number of candles in the place. By the time I’ve put the shower on and I’m back in front of her, the bathroom smells like a rose garden.

Fleur is so easy on the eyes that I do nothing except watch her for a beat. A small sliver of time, and it could be the best tick I’ve ever spent. Admiring her. My incredible wife. She’s killer in every way.

“Are you going to stare at me for the rest of the night?” she asks, pushing my jacket off until it slides to the floor. One by one she unbuttons the few buttons that are still holding my shirt together. “Do you know what’s funny?”

“What is?”

Peppering kisses over my chest, Fleur holds my gaze as she says, “I’ve never felt like I wasn’t good enough for you.”

I’m not sure where she’s going with this, but I let her go on.

“You’ve never made me feel that way. You always made me feel like I’m more.”

“Because you are…you’re perfect. My match in every possible way.”

She grins, eyes twinkling with the flickers of the candles around us. “I am.”

I let her get rid of my shirt before I start on the pins in her hair, pulling each one out until her hair hangs in soft waves around her. I extract my grandmother’s tiara that was gifted to her by her father from Fleur’s hair, placing it on the counter before I unbuckle her heels. They’re higher than I recall her wearing before. As such it takes her feet a while to relax as I work the arches with my thumbs.

“Feels so good,” she moans languidly, and as though she’s complimenting it, my cock twitches.

I might bolt my load with her moans alone. Wouldn’t that be something?

A shiny penny drops to the floor from her heel. “Your mother’s penny.”

“You had that under your foot all day?”

“Yeah, the tiara was borrowed for good fortune, and the penny is for luck. It’s not a joke. I want it all for us.”

Chuckling, I help her to her feet, turning her so I can unbutton her dress. It’s quicker than I expected with only three top buttons concealing the zip beneath the row that leads to the top of her arse.