Page 49 of Enraptured

“I want to spend forever with you. Give me forever.”

“Such a greedy little dove, eh?”

“Call the doctor. Tell him to come now. I can’t wait much longer to feel you inside me.”

“You’re not mad? About the tracker?”

“Months ago, I would’ve been livid. Now, I don’t care. We’re really together now and that’s all that matters.”

His eyes search my face, they’re unreadable. I’m hoping he sees just how ready I am to be his wife. I’ll stand by him, see his treatments through, help him every step of the way. He stroked the side of my face with his hand, while taking out his phone asking the doctor to come sooner.

“What do you want to see first? Big Ben? The Tower of London? The Bridge? Buckingham Palace?”

“Can we have tea with the queen?” I ask jokingly.

“She’s out of town. I already placed a call.”

I sputter, turning away from the window. He shrugs, “My mother and the queen were close. They both loved Corgi’s and used the same breeder.”

“Can we get a dog or two? I wanted to get you one for Christmas, but Mrs. Fitz wouldn’t go for it.”

His smile is distant, and he hesitates “We’ll see.”

“That means no. But I have plenty of ways to get you to change your mind.” I grab his tie, sliding my hands down his cut chest, over his abs until I hit his belt buckle. He closes his eyes, jaw ticking as I kneel, taking him out and slide my tongue over him.

“Theos, Jessie,” he groans, fisting his hands in my hair. I take him deeper into my mouth, showing him my love, relishing in the manly taste of him; giving him back a fraction of the pleasure he’s given me.

“Thank you, Jessie.” He’s stunned by my gifts. With my coffee in hand, I reach up pressing my lips to his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Christos.” My heart is so full. He’s finally able to feel his first Christmas, I’m just sad his mom isn’t here to witness it.

“Let’s set the telescope up tonight.” I murmur.

“The lights from the city will be too bright.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Here this is for you.”

I take the wrapped box from him, setting my mug down. It’s a state-of-the-art Mac laptop. “I love it! Thank you!” I smile brightly. He’s finally giving me a computer to access the internet.

“There’s more.”

I giggle, as he hands me gift after gift. A diamond tennis bracelet, books of poems, a new barn jacket, riding boots, and a saddle pad with my initials on it—JM. “It’s okay for me to ride again?”

“I’m not going to take things away from you anymore, my love.” My eyes shine with all the love I have for him.

“I’ve never been happier. Now take me back to bed.”

He swings me back into his arms. Instead of the tender love words in Greek, slow thrusting hips and deep kisses he’s been giving me since the doctor came; he’s all DOM again. “This is all I wanted for Christmas. You my dark lover, but with a heart beaming with light.”

He doesn’t answer as he breathes hard, slowly unfastening his shirt. “Kneel. You know what to do, my dove. Don’t make me ask.”

I do what he wants; strip and get into position. “I have one more gift for you.”

He hands me a square box. I open the lid. Resting inside is a new sub collar. It’s dark brown leather; three ropes braided together.

It’s rustic, beautiful and more me than the diamond one he gave me before. “Put it on.” I lift my hair.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

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