Page 100 of Vow of Vengeance
But I can't hold her insecurities against her; her first 'husband' broke her down before she ever had a chance to bloom. He ruined her self-esteem in a way that I'll spend the rest of my life rebuilding, because she is absolutely worth it. Because healing isn't quick. Because it's not linear, and I can't unwrite the past for her. But what I can do is give her all the tools she needs to be her best self. And Georgia was right that it's not feasible for Soren to never get a break.
As much as motherhood has been a dream to her, she can't beonlythat thing, or else she risks every bit of self-discovery she's worked at over the past year. It's why we didn't hire a nanny- we hired Marguerite. A chef, a mother whose own eight childrenhave flown the coop, who serves as a pseudo-grandmother for our child. We didn't ask for that to be the requirement, but it worked out that way since Marguerite is still waiting on grandchildren herself. We trialed her for two months before testing her sanity to see if she'd be willing to join us, and she was. And while Soren trusts her entirely, she gets nervous any time Kaisen is out of her eyesight.
"I sure do have the little man!" Marguerite says, dropping a handful of tiny sliced strawberries onto his tray.
Kaisen claps his hands together in approval and digs in immediately, grabbing a handful and bringing them to his mouth. He certainly worked up an appetite in the water.
"Go on, now, you two." Marguerite waves us off to go get cleaned up, and Soren grabs my hand, her fingers lacing with mine as she drags me to our room.
I'm contemplating whether I should throw her on the bed or let her shower first when she slams the door shut behind me and flips the lock, a devious little grin on her face as she pushes me toward the bed. I let her shove me easily, so that I fall back onto the mattress as she stalks toward me, reaching for the string on her swim top.
A little tug is all it takes and the top falls free, her breasts so full they don’t even move as she drops her top to the floor.
I groan, aching to grab them in my hands, to be reacquainted with them as she loosens the strings on her bottoms in tandem, so that they fall to the floor too, leaving her bare before me.
She’s heaven. Utter fucking perfection.
“Should you pump first?” I ask as she straddles me, smirking down at me as her hot pussy comes down to rest on my bare stomach. I don’t want to stop her for even a second, but she weaned Kaisen two months ago and began pumping exclusively so she could slowly decrease her supply. I didn’t understand the relevance of any of it, but she explained that she had toquit slowly to keep from getting infections and clogged ducts and honestly, it sounds like a fucking nightmare. Except, I don’t think her supply has really decreased at all.
“No.” She shakes her head, grinding against me so that her breasts jut into my face.
“Soren…” I warn, my voice low with the danger that she’s putting herself in. “If you don’t want me touching them, you better get those things out of my face.”
She just giggles at that. Fucking giggles. “Or what?”
My wife is a bit of a brat, it turns out. Who’d have guessed?
“Or I’ll do what I’ve been dying to for the last year, and I don’t think you’ll like it.”
“Maybe I will.” She huffs, breathy as she presents her breasts for me again, shimmying her shoulders just the slightest bit.
I glance from her chest, pink nipples hard and ready, to the little smirk on her lips. I arch an eyebrow, challenging her to back out before it’s too late. But she doesn’t move except to grind against me, moving her hips in slow circles, searching for her own pleasure.
Naughty little thing.
I bring my mouth slowly to her breast, barely brushing a gentle kiss against the underside of it. The rush of breath that leaves her assures me that this is exactly what she wanted… after months of refusal to let me near them, she was craving stimulation. And who am I to deny my wife anything she wants?
I trail kisses around the globe of her breast, adjusting us so that I’m sitting, dragging her with me to get better leverage. I palm her other one slowly and notice the way she tosses her head back, a small groan slipping out of her throat.
She’s warm, her breasts firm from all the liquid inside swelling them, and my cock pulses at the beauty before me.
“Declan…” She warns. “I think I…”
I grip her nipple in one hand and she groans, her pussy bearing down on me.
“What do you want, little bird? Tell me.”
“I want…” she hesitates, glancing down and breaking eye contact.
“No, no.” I tell her, my words brushing against her skin as I chide her. “Don’t hide from me, baby. I want to be covered in you. I want your pussy wrapped around my cock while your body weeps for me. What do you want?”
She swallows, her throat bobbing delicately as she works up the courage to tell me what she wants. “I want to come on your cock while your mouth is on my nipple.”
She doesn’t tell me she wants anything more than that, but I’m going to give her more… so much more.
I nod for her to help me out, and she strips my swim trunks down my thighs quickly. I’m inside her in a single thrust, her pussy soaked for me, welcoming me in.
“Declan…” She moans, her breath faltering when I pull her nipple into my mouth and roll my tongue over it, admiring the way it stiffens further beneath me. Soren’s nails bite into my arms as she struggles to hold on… literally.
