Page 32 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

Why can’t I get my brain to just accept that Devin is my husband now? Closing my eyes, I turn my face into his chest and breathe in his scent. It surrounds me like a comforting cloud, soothing my jangled nerves. It could be so easy.

At the top of Fira, he takes my hand and guides me into this amazing restaurant high up so we can enjoy the views. Thankfully, as we sit, he turns off the vibrator, allowing me a bit of peace. The smile he gives me as I sag into the chair makes my heart pound in my chest and more slick to gather at my entrance.

Reaching over, he takes my hand in his and runs his thumb over my knuckles, pausing when he gets to the wedding ring. “I didn’t know who to expect at the end of the aisle, but I’m glad it was you. After you left that night, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Trust me when I say you’re the first omega I ever contemplated breaking my rules for.”

As flattering as his words are, part of me wishes he had. Then, I wouldn’t be sitting here, a virgin, trying to figure out if or when to fuck him. That part would have already been done with. There would be no extra tension, no apprehension, just peace.

“I don’t regret marrying you,” he continues. “Do you regret marrying me?”

My breath stills in my throat. “No,” I manage to croakout. “Not exactly. It just takes a bit to get used to. I’ve never been married before.”

“Hey look there. Something we both have in common.”

I know he’s trying to put me at ease, and I’m forever grateful for him doing his best to lessen the tension between us. Still though, I can’t rid myself of the gnawing apprehension as he continues to stroke my hand. It feels so nice, so warm, so strong, so… so right. A sigh flits through my lips as I force my gaze to meet his.

“Thank you,” I finally manage to whisper.

“For what?” The confused look on his face would be comical if things didn’t feel so serious.

“Just… You.”

He chuckles as he pulls his hand away to grab the menu. “Remember that when we start negotiations on our dynamic. I’m allowing you to ease into the marriage, but at some point, we’re going to have to address the kinky stuff, as you put it.”

Though his smile is friendly, there’s a hint of ferocity in his gaze. As much as I said I didn’t want it, my body seems to crave it. I want to know what it’s like to be desired like that, to be owned. All I have to do is get my heart and mind to finally come to an agreement.

Looking out over the beautiful water, I allow Devin to order for both of us. It’s a small step toward what he’d probably want in a slave, but baby steps are all I can do right now. I’m so overwhelmed, so fractious. It’s as if I’m about to burst at the seams.

Dessert comes far too soon, because I know after this, we’ll be heading back to the hotel. A decision will need to be made soon. It’s agonizing to think of choosing the right action.

The server wheels a cart over and sets the plate in between us. Based on the color and shape, it looks like a little volcano. When they tip over an amber liquid, steam erupts as it bubbles. A thrill of happiness winds its way through my soul as I watch the show.

From across the table, Devin doesn’t even seem to pay attention. He’s far too busy looking at me. There’s an odd expression on his face. It’s tenderness and desire all wrapped in his molten gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, he slides a spoon into the food and holds it out for me. “Open.”

I don’t even hesitate. There’s something in his voice that compels me to obey, and it’s not an Alpha command. I know what that feels like from my father, and this is anything but.

He eases the spoon between my lips, groaning softly as I lap up the delicious meringue. Underneath, a fruity tang bursts on my tongue. Famished, I swallow it down and lick up any remaining bits.

“More?” His question is dark, husky, and full of promise.

“Please, Devin.” I note how his eyes darken as he slides the spoon in again.

This time, as he hovers it in front of my lips, he turns on the vibrator once more before spooning it in. When I moan, it has nothing to do with the delicious food and everything to do with how he controls me.

Dropping the spoon onto his plate, he places some bills on the table before coming over to me and extending his hand. “I think it’s time we head back. Don’t you?”

Not trusting myself to speak, I take his hand and allow him to lead me through the restaurant. Despite the tinge of humiliation at knowing I have a vibrator shoved up mypussy, no one seems to notice us. Everyone is in their own little bubble. Their own little world.

Once we clear the busier parts of Fira and get closer to the cable car, Devin pushes me into another alcove and slams against me. His fingers dig at my thigh as he kisses me, tasting meringue, fruit, and desire on my lips.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he gasps, his hand sliding up my skirt to cup my mound.

“I wish I could,” I helplessly groan. “But I can’t.”

His fingers strum my clit, eliciting a moan from my lips. With a deviant grin, he places his free hand over my mouth. “Quiet, love. You don’t want anyone coming to investigate, do you?”

I shake my head a moment before I lean back against the wall, arching further against him. Pleasure coils through me, as he brings me near the edge, taking me right up to where I’m about to come, before pulling away.

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