Page 36 of Darkest Craving

WOLFGANG

S he’s here. And she’s touching me with shaky hands, soothing my pain as she drags me back under her fucking spell.

The scent of iron fills the air, but I can still feel the fragrance of those flowers emanating from her hair.

Lilies. What is she doing here, so soft and clean, and perfect, smearing herself with my blood and descending into my hell?

Tears wet her pretty face, and whenever I open my eyes, she’s all I see.

All I want to see right now, when I’m bleeding all over this fucking floor.

The pain… I don’t really feel it. I don’t even remember what I did to get to this state.

All I remember is thinking about her—constantly, like a thorn in my back that I could never pull out.

I told her she meant nothing to me anymore, and maybe I meant it at that moment.

But the truth is, there hasn’t been a single second when I didn’t want her.

I still feel her on my sheets late at night.

Breathing behind that closed door. When I look up at the fucking sky, her blue eyes blink in the dark of my mind. Showing me I still want her.

“You’re bleeding too much,” she whispers. “Please… let me help you.”

Her sweet voice keeps me awake and I cling to it, not because I’m dying—I’ve been dodging death for way too long now, and this isn’t going to be the night it takes me—but because I want us to pretend there’s still something left.

That she didn’t gut me in front of the world, and I didn’t throw all my anger at her.

“Then you do it,” I grunt, and her worried gaze locks with mine.

“W-What? I… I don’t know how. I’ll hurt you.”

“You won’t. Listen to me, love,” I say, and her watery blue eyes brighten at hearing her nickname again.

Fuck. I love seeing her so raw. Maybe she’s starting to care.

And I hate that I cling to that, but it is what it is.

She’s already made a home in my heart, and she won’t be going fucking anywhere.

“I need you to take a deep breath, love. Calm yourself down. Yeah, that’s it. That’s my good girl.” Pain shoots through me with every small move, but it’s nothing I haven’t felt before. I can bear it. It’s just the fucking bleeding that needs to stop.

“Put pressure on it, and it will stop. Use your hands. Press as hard as you can. Okay?”

She looks at me, bewildered, but snaps out of it quickly and nods frantically.

More pain—thicker, stronger—ripples through my shoulder as I feel her do exactly what I asked.

I don’t take my eyes off her. Off the way she leans that perfect body over mine, in her pretty little nightgown, drowning herself in my blood like she’s giving herself over to me willingly.

“That’s it, love,” I murmur, fighting my vision from going black. “You’re doing so well…”

“Wolf? Wolf, please…” Although her sobbing intensifies, I can barely hear it. “Please!”

Her voice is fading.

Her face, too.

I’m not dying. But I don’t have the strength to tell her that.

***

I wake up to the sound of embers cracking in the fireplace. Even with my eyes closed, I can see the lights flashing against my lashes.

Something warm and soft covers my leg and side.

I breathe in, and I know it’s her. So I don’t open my eyes just yet.

Instead, I pull on my wounded shoulder so I can bring my arm over her body.

She feels so small, so fragile. Has she been eating at all?

Guilt punches me in the gut. She’s still my wife, and I didn’t take care of her.

Regardless of everything, I always take care of her.

“Wolf?” she murmurs below me, her delicate hand brushing my naked abdomen.

Christ . My cock lengthens just at the sound of her voice.

Finally, I open my eyes, the dark room basking in a deep orange glow. We’re in the living room, on our side of the house, lying on a divan sofa. Everyone else is gone. I don’t have to look to see that my shoulder is wrapped up in bandages—tight and clean, as if a doctor eventually came in.

“Are you alright?” I ask her, my voice thick, groggy.

She lets out a long, heavy breath, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

“You got shot… you fainted… and you’re asking me if I’m alright?”

I caress her head. “This isn’t my first rodeo. But it was for you.”

“Wolf… you scared the hell out of me. I thought…”

“I didn’t. I won’t. You were the one who told me I have the devil’s luck.”

I can feel her lips stretching into a smile against my skin. And my whole body tells me to put my mouth to it. I want to see her face light up with that smile, reminding me of the days we were happy. Of the days we were still us.

Grunting from the pain of my stupid fucking wound, I pull her face up by her chin, her big, teary eyes meeting mine. They glance down at my lips. She doesn’t think she’s allowed to kiss me. But I’m already hers, and she knows that. She ruined me, and I’m still here, craving her taste in my mouth.

I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.

She whimpers, and before I get to kiss her sweet tongue, she pulls back.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” she whispers, her breath warm on my face.

I bring her closer to me again. My shoulder pounds with pain, but I don’t give a fuck.

I kiss her more, snaking my hand between her legs, feeling them part for me like they always do.

Pulling her panties to the side, my fingertips touch pussy.

She’s slick, plump. Warm. Begging to be licked and fucked.

“Why did you do it, Victoria? Why did you go to her instead of trusting me?”

She shakes her head, swallowing. “I was scared, confused. And she was there for me when I thought I had no one. And Sasha sent me that video and… and… he always taught me to believe my own eyes. To not let myself get swayed easily. I guess I really fucking suck at that.” She sniffs.

“I just need you to know that if Sasha hadn’t confirmed what she told me, I would never have believed Ekaterina alone.

” Her palms touch my chest, covering my heart.

“I was wrong not to trust you, regardless. You are a good man, Wolfgang… and you have done so much for me that I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.

But I can’t live without you, so I’ll ask for it anyway. ”

Her breathy words flow between us. I press my fingers to her slit and she calls out my name, shifting so she can make room for me to rub her cunt.

I draw circles on her small clit, applying just enough pressure to make her arch for more.

Then I let my fingers slide down, until her flesh buries me inside.

In that place I long for, even when she’s out of sight.

Her moans sink me deeper, slowly, until my knuckle disappears into her heat.

I stay there for a moment, unmoving. Enjoying the silky feel of her on my hands.

“I miss you.” She tells me that while I’m inside her, as if it’s as normal as breathing air. Christ . The action gets me harder, making a mess of my mind and pulling at my mental restraints until they unshackle. She missed me… and I’m fucking dying every day without her.

“You haven’t been riding. Alaska whines for you all the time, and you’re not there. Why is that, love?”

Deep down, I hope she doesn’t fully hear me because I don’t want her to know I’m looking for her every day by the stables. On the meadows. Everywhere.

She shakes her head, her pussy pulsing around me. “I can’t. It hurts too much because I know…” she moans when I pull out a little, then push back inside. “I know you don’t care…”

“Mmm. But shouldn’t you be happy without me? It’s what you’ve always wanted. I’m giving you that freedom… so why won’t you be a good girl and take it?”

Her eyes fly open, looking up at me, all drowsy and submissive.

“Tell me what to do, Wolf, and I’ll do it. Everything… except that. Don’t ask me to forget you when you’re the only thing on my goddamn mind.”

I listen but don’t react, because her words hurt more than what she did.

It would’ve been easier if she didn’t want me.

At least then, I could’ve told myself I wasn’t enough.

But she’s telling me she’s mine, and that twists the knife deeper into my scars.

The ones she made when she threw me to the wolves in this house.

But none of that matters now. Not when she’s all whimpering with my fingers up her sweet cunt.

“Then why don’t you turn around, love, so I can stuff that pretty pussy with my cock… and make the aching stop?”

VICTORIA

I do what he says and it’s second nature. Like I never stopped. He hooks his fingers under the edge of my panties, pulling them down to my thighs. I pull them lower until they’re pooling at my feet—or somewhere on the floor. I don’t give a damn.

Behind me, I can feel my husband taking out his cock from beneath his boxer briefs. Then he’s pushing against my entrance—his head smooth and sleek with pre-cum. I arch into it, moaning deep and raw. I press a hand to my mouth, and I hear him chuckle.

“Nah. Let them hear what I do to you, love. Let them know I got what they’ll never have.”

Love . He says it like it’s true, like I am the love of his life.

But people say all sorts of things when they’re lusting. And I know how much I’ll hurt again later, when this is all over and he remembers what I’ve done. But for now, I'll take it. I’ll let him call me love, chasing his affection like I was born with no other purpose than to make him mine.

His strong arms wrap around me, offering me the safe space I never thought I’d get back. A hand cups my breast, squeezing my nipple as he guides his cock farther inside my pussy with ease. I’m wet and pulsing, ready to take him everywhere.

A thrust so hard and sudden makes us both groan. My back rubs against his hard abdomen and chest as I bring my hand between my legs to seek all the friction. I feel alive again. For the first time in God knows how long, my heart beats stronger, like it was never broken in the first place.

He fucks my pussy, and I cry out his name. My wetness spreads in all the places it can get—down to my ass, on my inner thighs, and on his pelvis. I’m entranced by the sounds we make when he’s claiming me—raw, and dirty, and primal. The kind of thing no sane person would give away.

Yet I did. I betrayed him.

“Don’t cry, love,” he speaks into my ear, goosebumps erupting on my hands and back, feeling the reverberation of his voice on my skin. “You know I’ll always be here.”

I fight to believe him as he pushes two inked fingers past my lips.

Closing my eyes, I moan around them, giving him my pussy.

I take and take, and take, and he gives.

Moments later, I tense up against him, legs twitching with pleasure as I secretly wish for this orgasm to wash away my sins.

His cock throbs inside me, pulsing with his cum until I feel it hitting the deepest parts of me.

Then we’re both breathing with each other, coming down, not wanting to remember where we left things. His fingers leave my mouth, and he buries a kiss into the crook of my neck.

“Don’t pull out,” I tell him, terrified of being the only one trapped in this trance. “Stay inside me a little longer. Please?”

I hold my breath in anticipation, my body tingling with the sensation of him still filling me. And to my surprise, he responds by squeezing me tighter to his chest. Turns out… I’m not the only one not ready to leave.