Page 38 of Eternal

She quite literally stops breathing for a moment, forcing me to stop.

“Fre--”

“Don’t stop!” She cries out.

I chuckle, picking it back up again. Her breaths become sharp and quick, then she lets out a scream.

The sound vibrates through my bones, drawing a tightness in my balls. Her cunt squeezing the cum out of me. I groan over top of her. I collapse to my elbows over her, careful not to lay directly on her and crush her. We both breathe heavily, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Ready for round two?” She asks as I pull out of her, watching my cum drip from her swollen pussy. A huge grin spread across her face; I know this woman was made for me. There is a god out there because I met her. I married her, well, I was forced to marry her. But she’s mine. Until death parts us.

The next morning, I stir, sensing someone watching me, causing unease in the pit of my stomach. It’s Freya. She watches me as I sleep, and she flinches when I open my eyes. I let out a low chuckle.

“You know pictures last longer, right?”

I close my eyes again, and I can see the wheels in her head turning.

“I like living in the moment.”

I give her a small smile and pull her closer to my chest — our naked limbs entangling each other. She lets out a content sigh and rests her head under my chin. I have absolutely no intention of letting her go, but my fucking phone won’t stop ringing.

“You answer it. I’ll go get started on breakfast.” She says as she peels herself away from me, slipping on her black lace thong on, along with the shirt I was wearing last night.

My god, I don’t want to let her out of my sight. Breathtaking is an understatement. She’s heaven on legs. And she’smine.

I roll over when my phone rings again for the fifth time. Freya slips out of the room, and the clatter of pots and pans erupts in the other room.

This had better be serious. Or I’m going to kill the motherfucker for bothering me. I gave specific instructions for no calls.

“What?” I snap into the phone; I’ve lost complete patience with the person on the other end.

“Soren, how’s your honeymoon going?” Sinner’s sadistic smile can be heard through the voice.

Fucking Sinner.

“Why are you calling me?” I growl, looking towards the door where the smell of bacon cooking wafts into the bedroom.

“Why so grumpy? I’m calling with good news! The offer on the facility was accepted, and construction on your home in Colorado will be done in two weeks. So hopefully you’ll be planning to stay in Bali for that long.”

“Alright. Is that all, you fucking asshole?” I grunt.

“That’s all. Hey, I’ll be out of town when you make it to Colorado, so don’t call me.”

I end the phone call there and swing my legs over the bed. I want to be with Freya. I leave my phone in the bedroom, ringer off. I refuse to be disturbed again, but the lawyer's life is spared. It was important to hear about my offer being accepted.

I slip on my boxers and trek into the kitchen. Freya is licking batter off her thumb, and she peeks up at me as I make my presence known.

“Hi,” She whispers. Her voice is small and shy.

“Hi,” I reply, giving her a small smile. Pride surges, remembering my cum is still spilling down her thighs.

“What was the call about?” Freya asks, limping through the kitchen.

My chest seizes. “Are you okay?” I completely ignore her question because her well-being is now more important than telling her the contents of my conversation.

Her gorgeous green eyes widened at my brash question. “I’m okay. Why? Is something wrong?”

“You’re limping, Freya.” My voice trails off, “I hurt you.” I gather her up in my arms.

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