Page 90 of Creed

My hands cup her face, and my thumbs rub over the smooth line of her cheekbones, nose, and lips. “You denied us, made yourself feel pain. That is never to happen again. Together, we’ll figure this out. Together, we’ll go forth each day to face the world. Together, we’ll end the day and rise stronger the next. But together,always together. Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” I brush my lips over hers again. “How did you feel those first two months?”

I know how I had felt, texting or calling her daily, needing that, even if she didn’t respond—those fifty-nine days had been hell on earth. I need her to say the words, though, and to remind her.

“Hell.” Her voice cracks. “I felt… empty, broken.”

I tilt her chin with my thumb so her eyes are on mine. “And these last two months?”

“Less so. Without the physical… the romance parts… I got to know you better. You got to know me better.”

“So it wasn’t all for naught?” I murmur.

She shakes her head, her dark tresses like silk as they brush my skin. There’s no resistance left in her eyes, the window wide open to her soul.

“I wouldn’t do it again or recommend that path to anyone, but it was our path. The path that’s now merged us back together, Creed. One that feels more solid than before. You’re intertwined with every part of me now. I could never let you go. I’m your angel. Your good girl. Yours.”

These words are more powerful than the vows we’ll say in the church in front of our families when we marry. Because these words are solely for our ears, and are the words that are binding our souls.

“I love you, Sophie,” I say, deep and low, my heart in those words. “My heart, body, and soul are yours. I vow to do everything in my power to protect you and the children we’ll have. I may not always be able to keep you safe…” There’s no guarantee in life that I can protect her from everything, especially since our life butts parallel with ‘the life.’ “But I will do everything I can to keep you as safe as possible. I will always come for you, and I will do anything and everything to keep my vow.”

Tears shimmer in her eyes. “Claim me again, Creed. Remind my heart, mind, and soul of what my body already knows.”

Christ, this woman. She’s so stunningly perfect in every way.

“Mine,” I growl, the dominant, the animal, the predator clamoring to burst out to take possession of her for eternity.

“Yours.”

The battle between ravaging her and worshiping her wages inside me.

But the beast rattles its cage, wanting to be free and to remind her exactly who she truly is and belongs to.

My hunger to make her scream and writhe overcomes my desire to lick and worship her. I want the angel because she’s my heart. But first, I want my angel to fall, darken her halo, and bring out the siren with her dirty desires to play with mine.

Her nipples through her lace bra and shirt press into my naked chest, and I resist the urge to grind my cock into her jean-covered pussy.

The image of stripping her pants off, her still being tied to the bedpost, and jacking off to drench her with my cum tempts me. This is a recurring fantasy, and one I most certainly am going to act on soon, but if she plays her cards right, she’ll get my cum buried deep inside her for this round.

My tongue darts out and dips into the hollow at the base of her neck, then I nip and suck, marking her flesh. She strains toward me, her arms trying to pull down to touch me. “Turn around for your punishment, angel.”

I lick up the side of her neck, loving her shiver of anticipation and hitched breath. But I want her screaming and writhing. Panting and begging. Whimpering for orgasms, my cock, and for me to fuck her. The soft, sweet lovemaking will come after this.

She swivels so her front is to the bedpost, her arms criss-crossing.

“Take off your shoes.”

She toes off her canvas running shoes.

Reaching around to her front, I undo her jeans, then slide them down her legs, but leave her panties in place. She steps out of her jeans, and I kick them away. Taking the lace panties that cover her ass cheeks, I gather the material to the middle. “Bend over.”

She steps back from the bedpost, spreads her legs, lets her torso drop between her arms, and bends over as much as possible. She presents a glorious picture. Still clothed on top and her ass cheeks bare, with her pussy hidden.

“If you come, I’ll reward you with my cock deep inside you. If you don’t come, you’ll sleep tonight aching for me.”

“What?” she gasps in horror and turns to look at me.

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