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Tayden Bergess

I’m not sure if the feeling in my stomach is anxiety or vomit about to protrude from my mouth all over him—possibly it’s the fear of being truly seen and heard for the first time in my existence. Tears streaming from my eyes, I turn jumping into his arms, and in this very moment, home is a place I have accomplished. More importantly, it’s a place that was gifted and created by my oldest love. I have so many questions, like how? And when?

“T, I… I don’t know what to even say. It’s beautiful. I can’t.”

“You can and you will, so call off the MLS hunt and enjoy it. It was never for sale,” he bites.

My desire to undress this man and explore his body like I’ve had the honor of doing to his mind on and off the last twenty-plus years is becoming harder to push down, especially here right now in this moment. If I died in this very moment without fulfilling our physical desires, I would die as miserably as I was the day God cursed me into that wretched woman’s womb.

That simply doesn’t work for me. The idea of that possibility makes my skin crawl. Within my mind, a war begins, and my body follows.

“I…uh, I need to change out of this robe.”

I stumble through my words, placing space between us. Breaking eye contact with him, I look around the beautiful library that’s mine now—and forever. Questioning him as my eyes roam. “You said I didn’t…I didn’t, um, need anything, so where can I change?”

“Your closet is off the master. You head down, and I’ll join you shortly.”

His tone deflated. Surely this moment didn’t turn out how he had hoped. I’m sure if this was a movie, it most certainly would have, but we aren’t actors, and this is our true story.

“It’s always been her but never us. tonight, that changes—not because she owes it to me, but because we owe it to ourselves.”

—Tayden

I want to give her space to change.

I know this is a lot to take in, but fuck is it hard when all I want is to see her reaction to all that welcomed her in that closet.

If I were a dumb man, I would have had the contractor put a security system in here where I could at any moment.

Luckily, I am a smart one, and there is no fucking way I would invade her like that, especially after all I have come to know.

I fall deep into that thought, taking a swig of scotch, wondering what it was like for her all those years to be under video surveillance in the facilities she was placed in.

To always be watched and medicated, with no exit door to escape.

That’s why, here in her peace, I chose windows of wonders, stretching tall and wide, so she never has to feel confined here unless she wants to.

I think the sickest part of it all for me was the recordings that I assume her father had taped.

Fucking disgusting.

If he wasn’t already dead, I’d kill him myself, and if not me, then Liam for certain.

Hell, I’d invite him along.

We may love the same woman, but that would make us the perfect fucking duo.

He doesn’t even know I exist, though—well… I like Liam.

He is perfect for her, and I am so grateful for his love for her, but I’ll never let her go unless she asks me to—not fully anyway—and as long as he understands that if the time ever does come where she shares me with him, then there is no issue on my side.

If he ever hurts her, though, then we will have a massive problem, and I will make my presence known to him more unconventionally, but he doesn’t strike me as that type of man.

I think he has Ivy’s best interest at heart, and I’d be willing to bet he is her end game.

For now, Ivy and I continue to keep our relations out of the knowledge of our partners because, up until this point, it’s only words and a connection they would never understand.

Our relationship would only bring them sorrow and self-doubt. I think it’s safe to say that’s the last thing we’d ever want to do to the people we love. She does have permissions that I do not, but I highly doubt I am on Ivy’s Liam-approved hall pass list. Setting my drink down, I head towards the closet, certain she has already changed and is just exploring at this point. I reach the cracked doors, peeking through the seam between the hinges and the frame.

God, she’s beautiful .

Watching on, her fingers trail through the aisles of clothes, touching each item one by one. Her robe still hugging her gently, as she begins unwrapping it, allowing it to fall at her feet. I feel my cock harden. I know I should walk away, but I can’t take my eyes off her. Clearing my throat, I watch as her hands push her hair from her shoulders, directing it to trail down her back. I’ve seen her naked in photos, but in person…fuck me, she’s a masterpiece, and I need her hanging on my throbbing cock. Letting reason fall away, I close the distance between us, my feet light, my breaths ramping up, my urges selfishly controlling my body.

“Tayden?”

she questions, her naked body frozen before me, her head tilting down towards her feet. Swooping in from behind, I scoop her chin up with one hand, sliding my arm across her skin, wrapping it around her neck, my other trailing down her thigh, my whisper cascading into her ear in reply, “Yes, Amor?”

The breath she’s been holding releases across my elbow forcefully, without recoil, like she has no desire to take another. Her hand moves up, grasping my forearm, still holding her neck hostage, in what I hope is our path to least resistance.

“We… We can’t, T. I need to shower,”

she pleads, but not this time. We aren’t having a repeat of last time. In this position, in this moment, we are past ‘we can’t.’ We can, and we will. In hopes of shaking her worry, I slide my hand from her thigh towards her sweet spot. The squirm in her intoxicates me. The unspoken desire between our two bodies is extraterrestrial, and I’m ready to fly to the fucking moon with her. Swirling my finger around up and down between her folds, I know she wants this too. I have barely touched her, and she is already soaking wet.

“Let me cleanse your soul, baby, then I’ll cleanse your body,”

I breathily declare, my words forcing her ass to roll up my hardened cock, her bottom lip folding in between her teeth as I watch her bite down, her eyes only seeing the back of her eyelids as I lift her chin, wrapping my hand forcefully around her neck, pulling her up and into me. She climbs to the tips of her toes as I roll a finger into her, slowly taunting her with the chill my fingers offer, the touch I know she’s craved her entire life.

“Fuck babe, your pussy is so warm.”

With what air my hand hasn’t claimed, she exacerbates, “Yet so fucking cold.”

“That’s just our souls colliding for the first time. It’s fucking beautiful, you’re fucking beautiful, Ivy Sage Rutledge,”

I reassure her.

She’s never been one to be comfortable in her bare skin.

Fuck, asking for a mild selfie from her is as if I asked her to ride the front camera of her phone while recording.

I admit her reserve is cute, but it’s not who she is.

It’s who she’s built around her.

Fragile and afraid of the world, afraid of the power she wields.

The idea of sex for her has always been one I’ve tried to comprehend but have failed miserably at until two years ago in my father’s office.

In this moment, for at least tonight, I want her to know what love is.

I need her to feel safe and confident in her skin.I want to see the power exude from her as she rides my cock, in control, free of all reserve.

Flipping her around; forcing her to look at me, my hand makes its home in her hair, tangling the strands between my fingers, her exposed body pressed to mine, our lips touching as our breaths make a melody so intoxicating.

I command her eyes to mine with force, pulling her further into me, and I can tell by the sound of the whimper she makes that she’s waited a lifetime to just fully let go and be owned by me, and tonight, I fucking plan to.

Tonight, she is Mrs.

Bergess, a name I never plan to give to anyone, not even Anastasia.

“Do you trust me, Ives?”

“With everything I have, T.”

“Good girl, we’ve had our cake all these years; it’s time we eat, baby.”

Her lips crash into mine, her tongue parting my lips, giving me the green light.

“You fucking hungry baby?” I growl.

“Starving T, more than I’ve ever been.”

Our lips devour one another, never splitting connection as she ravages at my clothes, ripping the buttons off in one stride, aggressively shoving it off the back of my shoulders until it slides down my arms, reaching its destination—the floor.

As much as I would love to just fuck her right here and now, this moment is too sacred.

I want it to transcend beyond time and reason in every lifetime we have together in this one and all to come for eternity.

Releasing my hold on her, I step back.

Slowly unbuttoning my belt, pulling it out in one tug.

Confusion covers her face, but desire overpowers that emotion in a second as she stands there, not moving an inch, yet saying everything with those beautiful brown eyes.

The fucking high I get when she looks at me this way is unlike any other woman has ever looked at me before, naked or clothed.

They were nothing.

Ivy, she’s my entire world, and I would burn it all down for her if she ever asked me to. Sadly she never will, nor will I.

Unbuttoning my slacks, I pull them off, her hands slowly moving to cover her breasts and pussy.

“Fucking stop,” I bite.

“What are we doing? You want to stand here naked just staring at each other?”

she questions, a chuckle trailing off her sentence.

“Yes, baby, I want to stand here bare and naked for a moment.”

“Why? It’s weird.”

“Amor, there is nothing about us naked in front of one another that’s weird. It’s what you’ve dreamed about all these years, is it not?”

“Yes, but I’m scared. What if it’s nothing like we have imagined, and the dream was better, and we should just leave it there, in our heads as it is–perfect?”

Her response angers me.

For years, she’s been saying this.

I don’t know how many ways I can tell her that it will only be better than the dream we have; it will make us stronger, but she still believes her weird, unloved reality is more powerful than what would happen to our souls once they have fully united.

What she’s really saying is, what if we can’t fucking stop? What if we want more after we fuck than what we have always settled for? Her pride would never ask that though; no, she is the queen of self-control.

Truthfully, I’m not certain we can ever pack it all back in once we open our Pandora’s box.

Causing us so much future rife, yet pleasure if we do.

There is no pleasure without pain that we have come to know. That we have lived every day since we were eight.

“Ivy, look at me, listen to every word I’m about to fucking say. Stay right here with me, Amor,”

I demand, my two fingers waving between her eyes and mine.

“There is no part of you and I that isn’t, nor could ever be imperfect.

There is no world where you are not perfectly designed, from the brilliance of your mind to the tips of your toes.

I just want to take in all of the most beautiful woman who I have loved my entire life.

Fuck Ives, you are sexy.

Furthermore, you are perfect Amor.”

“Yeah, your cock is portraying that, sir,”

She teases, pointing to my bulging erection mere feet from her pussy.

Stepping into her, I wrap my hand through the back of her hair, biting her neck, forcing a hiss from her that intoxicates me.

“I just want to see every part of you untouched, every blemish and scar, so I can make sure to kiss them all.”

I gasp, pulling her neck into me, dragging my teeth across her bare skin.

Yanking her head back in the other direction by her hair, my teeth pull on her skin, making my first mark, and fuck do I make it count as I trail my other hand up between her thighs.

She gulps the lump sitting in her throat as I whisper in her other ear.

“I need to take in the full blank canvas for after I destroy your pussy, making you come over and over again. Only then can I appreciate all the newly appeared damage on your body I’m about to cause you.”

I lean back, putting distance between us, desperation hot on her breath, her eyes pleading with me. I brush the hair falling in her eyes to the side. “Cherry up Ives, gloves off,”

I joke, adding our childhood into this moment, bringing the years full circle.

Knocking her off balance, I scoop her up by her legs, wrapping them around my waist, slamming her into the wall behind us, our lips innocent bystanders as our tongues wage war on each other.

Her hands entangled, pulling my hair, our bodies unsure where to land as we fuck with our tongues like it’s our last meal.

Her hips grinding just above my cock, resting perfectly between her ass cheeks.

“Sir, yes, sir,”

she taunts me, her lips curving up in a smile as best as they can with the protrusion.

Walking her toward the vanity, slamming her ass down hard on the marble top, her tits bounce uncontrollably.

Pushing her upper body into the mirror with my left hand, I look on as her shit-eating grin of pleasure appears as if she knows what’s to come.

Arching her back, she tilts her head further back into the mirror, her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth, welcoming me, ready for me.

Fuck I love when she does that.

My other hand firmly places both her feet up on the countertop, my hands sliding her feet further apart, asserting my dominance, giving myself the perfect view.

I swirl her folds gently, plunging two fingers into her without warning.

Her pussy tightens around them as I continue to curve my fingers up finger fucking her pussy that’s waited so patiently for me all these years.

Waiting to be frozen by my hands.

Her moans fill the room. “Fuck, fuck, goooooood, I’m going to fucking come.”

Intuitively, her body starts trying to run from my hand.

Moving my other hand from her chest, I place it on her lower abdomen, holding her in place, heightening her impending orgasm.

Seeing her so raw and unhinged, I may come with her.

Watching her squirm and plead is sexy as fuck.

Her legs start shaking, her hand attempting to find security in the mirror.

Her wetness is leaking everywhere, my hands covered when I feel the orgasm begin to commence, her sweet sin everywhere as I savagely stroke her gem faster and harder, not cutting this any shorter than her body allows.

Quickly removing my hand, I suck in her lips and clit, using my tongue to coax this orgasm into the final lap.

Reinserting my fingers, I watch, completely enthralled, massaging her gem again as she begins losing it, convulsions, screams, moans; she’s unhinged, just as I want her.

“Fuck, T. Fuck, I can’t.”

“Fucking come for me, Amor. Let me taste all of you.”

She begins squirting everywhere, my mouth catching all it can, quenching a thirst in me only she ever could.

Fuck she tastes beautiful.

Her body calms as her orgasm comes to a close, her pussy still pulsating around my fingers.

Slowly, I begin retracting them from her beautifully fulfilled pussy as it twitches with each centimeter my fingers retreat.

Giving her a moment to collect herself, she runs her hands through her hair, her eyes coming back into focus, grabbing onto her stomach as she tries to catch her breath.

I grin, sliding each finger in my mouth one by one, collecting all she left on me.

“Tastes like heaven, baby, ready to go to hell?”

I ask.

She surprises me, sliding her ass forward, her pussy inches from my throbbing cock, her hands cup my face, parting my lips with her tongue, tasting herself as she intoxicates me with her words.

“I needed to taste heaven, so I can appreciate hell even more, Sensei Bergess.”

Her words, like sweet hums to my cock.

Hoisting her onto me, a loud yelp escapes her as I carry her to the bed with urgency, our bodies bouncing against each other.

Arriving at the edge, I place a kiss on her forehead before body-slamming her onto the bed.

“Jae Yu Dae Ryun?”

I question.

Her eyes light up with my words.

“Spicy version?”

“I thought you’d never fucking ask.”

Climbing on top of her, her legs between mine, my fingers brush through her hair as our eyes stare into one another in an attempt to pull her from her comfort zone, to pull her away from her armor of humor into a more sensual switch I know she craves.

Reaching her arms around my neck, interlocking her fingers, she pulls me in for a kiss, her lips like butter across mine.

“You going to just play with me, or fuck me, or maybe you’re more of the love-making type?”

she taunts.

My eyes darken in my response, “Trick question, Amor, fucking you is making love to you.”

Before she can respond, with one sweep, I flip her over, my legs pushing hers to the outside of mine.

Reaching down, I grab both of her wrists, binding them together with my left hand behind her back.

Grabbing my cock with my right, I watch as her ass curves up perfectly for me, her desires needing to be filled, her gem craving to be touched again.

I swirl her pussy with the head of my cock, taunting her before slamming it into her with no warning.

My hand securing her wrists firmly at the small of her back with force, I watch her body attempt to fight against the sudden sting my cock causes her.

Face down, her mouth buried in the pillows, the fabric muffles her sounds, making them inaudible.

We’ve talked enough .

I begin stroking in and out of her, spanking her ass frequently, as my speed goes from that of church bells to that of Metallica.

There’s nothing I love more than the control I have over her.

That’s a lie.

What I love most is her submitting to my control, a trait not common in her world, and fuck is it hot.

Using her wrists as leverage, I begin to fuck her like I have never fucked another woman, her moans vibrating through the pillows that smother her beautiful face.

The room fills with the sounds of my balls smacking against that perfectly swollen clit and her moans.

Her wetness covers me more with each thrust.

I want to come so fucking bad, but I want to see her when I do.

I want us locked into each other’s eyes as we climax together.

Suddenly, her leg swoops in behind mine, her wrist breaking free through my thumb—well-played young grasshopper— now positioned on top of me, flinging her hair from of her view, she crawls up me, her breath hot on my ear, her tits touching my skin as she taunts me.

“You really think you had the upper hand, using a yellow belt grab? I want you to look at me, all of me, as I coat your cock with my obsession.”

Colliding her mouth into mine, she latches onto my lower lip, biting it, drawing blood from my flesh.

Walking her ass back, wrapping my cock in her fingers, circling it up and down faster with each motion, my cock her clit’s pleasure toy.

Viciously sliding down my shaft, her soft moans begin filling the room, her pussy my cocks guide, her strokes transitioning between the swishes of the waves in the ocean and bouncing up and down.

My hands interlocked behind my head, I just watch, fucking enamored in her.

Her perfect tits bouncing like they have been freed for the first time.

Leaning up, I wrap my arms around her as she rides my cock with intent.

My teeth carve a path up her skin, leaving bite marks trailing up and down her, pulling her nipple in between them with rough tugs alternating between the two.

Clawing at her back, her hisses give me satisfaction.

“I’m going to come,”

she screams breathlessly.

“Me too, baby, ride that fucking cock; it’s all yours.”

“You sure, T?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life, Amor.”

Climbing each other, clawing our way to our uniting climax, the entire world disappears.

It’s just us.

Our bodies have completed their destined desires, and we are one in more ways than ever before.

Looking up at her as her pussy continues to pulsate around my cock.

I wrap her face in my hands, pulling her tongue into my mouth with my own.

Pulling away, her eyes laser-focused on mine, our foreheads touching.

“I love you, Ivy Sage Rutledge,”I breathily heave.

“I love you too, Tayden Bergess.”

Falling back into the pillows, I try to still my breath, a large exhale pushing from my lungs.

Suddenly, I feel warmth at the head of my cock, still at half salute.

I look down and find Ivy running her mouth all the way down my shaft, her tongue twisting and twirling, becoming the towel I would usually reach for at this moment.

Completely turned on by the sight, I can’t help but just stare and watch in silence.

My erection begins to grow, encouraging her to continue.

Her mouth moves deeper and faster, engulfing all of me deep in her throat; the sounds forming are what porn stars wish they could create.

Her saliva begins dripping down my shaft, being sucked up with each rise of her lips.

My sweet Ives deep throats with such precision.

I feel the electricity begin, my legs tightening, my calves hardening as I come deep in her throat, my hand wrapping around her hair, pulling her deeper.

She resists as I empty all of me into her once more.

“Fuuuck,” I groan.

Lifting her head up, shaking her hair from her face, her fingers brush across her swollen red-tinted lips, sweeping my sweet cream that was dripping down back into her mouth, swallowing it all as she speaks,“Heaven has no hold to the taste of hell, Amor.”

Jesus Fucking Christ, is she everything.

Fuck Tayden, what are you doing? Claim her, burn it all down.