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One year later…

Colt

Pulling into the driveway, I’m fucking exhausted.

Nova took today off from the bar, she said she had some errands to run. She wouldn’t tell me anything which I don’t like, but I know she needs time to herself every now and then.

I missed her like crazy. I could spend every fucking second of the day with her and it still wouldn’t be enough.

The bar has done a complete turnaround since I bought it from Jared. The place is booming and people from all over come to see it. We renovated, having more diverse liquors and beers, which the customers love. Nova hit it out of the park redecorating the place. The atmosphere is more upbeat, but still calm enough for the old timers to hang out. Joe is still around, and I don’t mind. Nova has a soft spot for the old man. He warned her away from me at first, but he’s friendly now, seeing how I am with her.

Opening the front door, I walk inside, and the cabin is eerily quiet. Tossing my keys and phone on the counter, I make my way through the house. There’s no sign of Nova or Bandit, but as I enter the bedroom, I stop in my tracks, all exhaustion vanishing.

My wife is laying on the bed in red, lace lingerie, wearing a tiara with sparkling devil horns. My throat goes dry at the sight of her, and I feel like I’m a mute teenager again, unable to use my voice. A part of me wants to chuckle at her horns, but my painfully throbbing cock keeps me from doing so.

“Hey Devil.” She grins, her sultry voice the epitome of pure fucking sin and temptation.

Her dark eyes roam my body and my cock twitches, eager to rip the lace from her skin. Coming to the side of the bed, I trail a finger down her cheek, hooking it under her chin, our eyes locking. “So fucking beautiful.” She flushes at my praise. “I’m almost sorry I’m about to ruin you.” Her eyes widen as I take a step back. “On your knees.”

She slides from the bed, gracefully kneeling in front of me like she’s done many times before. She peeks up at me and my chest tightens with the love in her eyes.

“Tell me, little demon. What do you see when you look at me?”

Sliding her hands up my thighs, she smiles softly, shifting the charged energy around us. “My protector. The man who owns my heart. The devil who stole my soul.” She unbuttons my pants, pulling them down my legs along with my underwear. “What do you see when you look at me ?”

Kicking off my shoes, I step out of my clothes, my cock jumping as she leans forward, licking the underside of my shaft. Words get caught in my throat as she swallows me completely, her soft lips stretched to their limit. She swirls her tongue around me, and I can’t remember what the hell I was about to say. Her eyes find mine and she quirks an eyebrow expectantly.

Fuck.

Slipping from her mouth, I grip her biceps, pulling her from the floor. She squeals as I toss her onto the bed, lunging forward, pinning her to the mattress. Taking her mouth roughly, she rips my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere before pushing it over my shoulders.

We’re all tongue and teeth, attacking each other, unable to get close enough. She tastes of freedom and me. I can’t get enough as I slide my hand between us, ripping the lingerie from her body.

“Colt.” She whimpers and I pull away.

“When I look at you, I see everything. The reason for my existence. The reason for the pain. I’d go through all of it again if it leads me back to you. Everything I’ll ever need is here.” I press my palm against her chest and her bottom lip trembles.

Wiping the tears from under her eyes, I kiss her softly before meeting her gaze. “Enough, little demon. I want my dark goddess back.” Reaching across the bed, I grab the tiara that flew off her head when I tossed her, setting it back on her head.

She grins, her glassy eyes focused on my lips. “Yeah? What filthy thing would my king like me to do?”

She yelps as I flip onto my back, bringing her with me. “I want you to turn around and swallow my cock while I drown in your cunt.”

Her body shudders as she spins around, positioning her swollen, pink pussy above my face. My mouth waters at the sight and I grip her thighs, slamming her down on my waiting tongue. Spearing her entrance, she cries out, circling my shaft with her fingers.

Warm breath heats my cock before she shoves me to the back of her throat, moaning around me. We devour each other, and I’m hell bent on making her come. I want her release soaking my face.

Just the thought has tingles shooting down my spine, my balls tightening with each swirl of her tongue. Sucking her clit between my lips, I slide two fingers inside her pussy, finding the place that always has her screaming.

Her muscles tense, her cunt grinding down on my mouth. I suck harder and apply more pressure to her g-spot and she erupts, crying out around my dick. Her orgasm hits so hard, she squirts, and I swallow every drop, the taste of her setting off my own release. She takes me deeper as I explode, shooting my cum down her throat.

We work each other slowly until she finally pulls away, too sensitive for my touch. She lets go of my cock with a pop and rolls onto the mattress. I prop up on my elbows, watching her. She lays panting and nothing makes me feel more like a God than seeing the pleasure only I can bring her.

She’s gorgeous, lying naked with a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. I’m unable to keep my hands off her as I slide my fingers up her thigh, gliding my thumb through her slit. My semi-hard cock springs back to life and I growl as she squeezes her thighs together, trapping my hand. “Are you trying to keep me from your delicious pussy, wife?”

“No, dear husband. I’d never dream of it.” She spreads her legs wide, giving me the naughtiest grin. “Come give me that huge cock, or would you prefer I beg?”

This woman.

She bursts out laughing as I jump up, diving on top of her, pinning her with my weight. The victory in her eyes makes me smile. She knows she owns me and there’s no point in hiding it. “You’re such a fucking brat.”

“You like it.” She quips.

“Yeah, I do.” Slamming inside her, my name leaves her lips with a strangled cry. Pulling out to the tip, I plunge inside her again, setting a harsh pace.

The sounds of pleasure leaving her throat spur me on and something snaps inside me. Striking her neck like a viper, I sink my teeth into her sensitive skin. She screams, but it’s followed by a deep moan, her nails clawing at my back. Warmth trickles down my spine and she flattens her hands, spreading it across my heated skin.

I grunt against her neck, my hips snapping back and forth, pummeling her pussy like my life depends on it. You’d think our sex life would’ve leveled out by now, but the more I take her, the more I crave her.

My teeth release her skin as I find her face, her lips parted and eyes on me. She brings her blood coated hand into view, pushing two fingers into my mouth. The flavor explodes across my tongue and I’m feral in an instant. My thrusts slow as I reach for the drawer in the nightstand, pulling out a knife. Flicking it open, I move the blade towards her hip where my other marks are, but she grabs my wrist, bringing it to her chest.

“This is your everything. Mark me here.” She whispers and I almost choke on the emotion she brings out of me.

Silently, I drag the blade across her chest, just above the valley of her breasts. Blood seeps from the thin mark and I swipe my fingers across it before sucking them into my mouth.

My eyes close at the taste of our lifeforce mingling together. After savoring our combined flavors for a few moments, I gather more of her blood, offering it to her. She shoves my fingers past her lips, moaning as she closes her eyes.

My cock twitches inside her and I lose all control, fucking her hard and deep while staring at my mark. “Mine” is scrolled across her heart, while my name is scarred on her hip. I didn’t know what she carved into my chest that night, but the next morning, I looked in the mirror to find a single heart etched into my skin. That was the moment I knew I owned her, as she does me, whether she realized it or not.

The memory has me on the verge of coming. Ripping my fingers from her mouth, I fist her hair, jerking her head back. I nip and suck her neck, knowing everyone who’ll see her at the bar will know who she belongs to. The thought has me grinding against her, circling my hips while she sobs beneath me.

“That’s it, little demon. Squeeze my cock.” I groan as she clenches around me.

Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth hangs open, lost in her own little world as I fuck her with everything I have. She’s going to be sore later, and I smile inwardly, knowing every time she moves, she’ll think of my cock buried deep inside her.

Sweat covers my body, dripping onto her flushed skin and it’s another way I’m marking her.

Her pussy is so fucking tight, it’s damn near painful to hold back, wanting to see her come first. I don’t have to wait long as she arches her back, her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly like I may disappear. She’s fucking beautiful, lost in the throes of passion, tortured by the intense connection between us.

When my time comes to leave this earth, I hope it’s a replica of this moment.

Nothing compares to sinking inside Nova, pumping her full of my cum, claiming her every day of our lives.

She collapses onto the mattress as I fill her up, rocking into her slowly, dragging every drop of pleasure I can from both of us. She unwraps herself from around me, her limbs falling to the mattress. Rolling to my side, I bring her with me, staying tucked inside her warmth.

Pushing the damp hair from her forehead, she finally opens her eyes. “You lost your tiara again, Mrs. Everly.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Did you like it?”

“Yep. Keep it around.”

She yawns, snuggling into my chest. “Anything for you, husband.”

A few seconds later, she’s breathing softly, falling asleep in my arms like she does every night.

We should shower.

I should change the sheets that are covered in blood, sweat, and cum.

I should cook dinner, so she doesn’t wake up hungry.

Will any of those things get done tonight?

Absolutely fucking not.

I’ll lie here all night, holding my girl for as long as I can. Until she wakes up complaining about feeling gross and sticky.

Why?

Because I know what it’s like to be without her.

The emptiness. The loneliness. The numbness.

The feeling of dread that every day without her brings.

I’ll spend the rest of my life being better for her.

People have learned to call me Colt.

But I’ll always be her devil.