Chapter 8
2098 Words
Davin
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Geri was incorrigible. He would take any opportunity to ravish Gia, and I couldn’t blame him. Gia was our weakness; just the sight of her stirred our primal urges. I let him have his fun; this night was about sweeping Gia off her feet anyway.
I’d thought long and hard about what to do to make her feel our love and decided that the turret was the best place to do it. It was there that we finally opened up to each other, where she first kissed me, where she told me she loved me.
It had already been a special place to me, but now even more so. It wasn’t fit for a romantic evening, so I spent some time giving it a makeover. The result was much better than I expected, and the look on Gia’s face when she saw it made it all worthwhile.
The sky darkened, and the first stars peeked out as Geri gave her her first orgasm of the evening; there would be many more.
“Geri, let me take over; you’ve had your fun,” I said as Gia came down from her high, her eyes still a little glazed.
“You are the world’s best delicacy,” he rasped to Gia. “I won’t forget your punishment, my love. We’ll see to it later,” he said with a grin. Gia’s cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink.
He receded to the back of my mind with a grumble, having enjoyed our mate’s pleasure and moans and not wanting it to end, wanting to pound into her with every inch of his being. I understood; I wanted that too, but I also wanted to make sure Gia had the best night of her life.
I stood up and kissed Gia gently on her forehead, then her eyelids, then her lips, willing her to feel the intensity of our love.
“Here, drink,” I said as I handed her the glass of champagne with a smile. “Geri couldn’t wait,” complained.
“I’m not complaining,” Gia said with a smile, her voice a little hoarse already.
She’d be moaning and screaming my name a lot more before the evening ended. I would make sure of it. I mind-linked the chef.
“The main course is on its way,” I said as I straightened her dress and ensured she was covered.
On cue, the door opened, and two omegas served the dishes, the fragrances enticing.
“Wow,” Gia said as her eyes widened. “It smells scrumptious; what is it?”
“I’m glad you think so. It’s grilled sole with black pepper potatoes and baby spinach salad with parmesan cheese and truffle oil. It was the chef’s choice.”
I smiled as Gia attacked her plate with gusto. She enjoyed her food, and I enjoyed watching her sense of delight as she discovered each new flavor. I owed the chef one. Each sigh and moan made me harder, made me want her more, and tested my patience.
“How was your day?” I asked, finally taking a bite of my own food. It was delicious, but my mind was on Gia, wanting to skip to the part where I finally took that sexy dress off her.
“Mmm, it was good.” A brief look of uncertainty crossed her face, and then she smiled. “Scarlett has news, although I’m not sure it’s my place to tell you.”
“I already know,” I grinned. “I ran into her and Noah in the kitchen earlier. I’m very happy for her, and I’m looking forward to having a pup around. Soon enough, we’ll be having pups of our own; I can’t wait.”
Every day I fell deeper in love with Gia, and I couldn’t wait for us to have a family of our own. A shadow crossed Gia’s face, and she frowned.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
She sighed, her shoulders drooping.
“What if…” she started whispering and were it not for my keen sense of hearing, I would not have heard her. I took her hand in mine.
“It’s okay, my love. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” I looked into her eyes, hoping she understood my sincerity.
“What if I hurt our child… like my father,” she blurted, a tortured look on her face. Soon tears welled in her eyes.
I pulled her close, into my lap.
“That will never happen, my love. I know you. Whatever happened with your father will not repeat itself; you are strong and loving, and you will make a wonderful mother.” I stroked her hair as I soothed her, knowing that my touch would calm her, as hers did me.
“How can you be so sure?” she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.
I wiped them away carefully, gently, and kissed her temple.
“Because you’re the strongest woman I know, and I know you will protect our children fiercely, with all your might, as will I. Together, we will keep them safe; I promise,” I vowed.
I didn’t make promises lightly, but this was one I knew I would happily die to keep. She looked into my eyes with a flash of recognition; she felt the same way, and I knew we would be fine; between the two of us, our family would be safe.
“Now, eat up. Wouldn’t want all this wonderful food to go to waste. Besides, you’re going to need your energy,” I grinned as I lightly pinched her n.ipple.
She squealed and jumped from my lap, slapping my shoulder.
“Insatiable,” she mumbled as she took her seat again.
“That’s right,” I agreed, thanking my lucky stars that I’d managed to earn her forgiveness. She was a gift. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She finished the remaining food on her plate and sat back with a sigh.
“Ready for dessert?” I asked.
“Gods, no. I don’t think I have an inch of space left,” she said. I laughed.
“The chef will not be happy about that,” I said. “Perhaps we should relax under the pagoda, and we can have dessert later?”
“Sounds good,” she replied, already getting up.
I refilled our glasses and brought them over, handing hers over as I sat down next to her. The pillows were a great idea; not so formal yet very comfortable. The stars twinkled in the clear night sky as if to get our attention, and with the chilled music floating in the air, it made the perfect setting. I wouldn’t mind making our first child on this night.
I looked at Gia, and, once again, I was struck at her beauty, inside and out. She was strong yet kind and compassionate, and she was hot. Yes, she would be the best mother. My length hardened again as I imagined taking her right there and filling her with my seed.
Gia matched my gaze and leaned over, kissing me. I smoothed her hair back and deepened the kiss, fully immersed in the moment, savoring her unique scent and taste. She was mine, and I hers in every possible way; I had never imagined I would feel that way about another person, but there it was.
I kept kissing her, my fingers trailing down her neck, and I watched as her body reacted to the tingles she was no doubt feeling. I teased her, slowly dragging my fingers across her skin and over her dress, around her n.ipples. Her chest jutted out to meet my fingers, wanting me to touch her, and I smiled. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. This was only the beginning; I planned to pleasure her all night and had to steel myself to have patience.
I pulled the dress down and exposed a stiff pink n.ipple, and before I could think about it, my mouth had closed over it. Gia moaned, and my d.ick got impossibly harder. I flicked my tongue across it, and she jerked. I groaned; it was getting harder not to just plunge into her. I pulled the dress down over the other breast and switched to that pink peak. The scent of her arousal intensified, and I wanted to taste it so badly.
My d.ick twitched as Gia’s hand cupped me, rubbing me gently. I nearly lost it right there, not expecting it. F.uck, she would be the death of me.
Gia pushed me down and quickly started unbuckling my belt, and I chuckled mentally; there went my plan to tease her to distraction. She gave me an intense look and licked her lips. She was taking what she wanted, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Before long, she had stripped me of my pants and rubbed her fingers along my length; my stomach clenched, and I groaned. I needed to be inside her. I lifted her dress over her head and briefly admired her lacy underwear but need soon overtook all sense, and I kissed her roughly. She pushed me back down, running her hands over my shirt and ripping it open, buttons flying.
Leaning over, she kissed me again, straddling me and her hand grasped my d.ick, holding it up until I felt her soft warmth at the tip. She lowered herself torturously slowly until I was fully sheathed in her. I gasped. There was no other sensation like being inside her.
She kept a hand on my chest, holding me down as she started riding me, slowly at first, gradually increasing her pace. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and whimpered as I lifted my hips to meet her and went as deep as possible. Watching the pleasure displayed on her face, her body writhing and bouncing above me, was driving me insane; I felt the tug in my stomach and forced myself not to explode inside her.
She increased the speed until she could go no faster; I held her still and started pounding up into her frantically, growling as I felt her clench around me. A trickle of warm liquid pooled around me as she climaxed, and I pounded even harder, feeling my own release approaching. I roared as I spilled hot c*m inside her, my mind lost to ecstasy.
Finally, still buried inside her, she lay across my chest, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her. This was the only place I wanted to be, what I lived for. I stroked her hair.
“I love you, Gia, more than you will ever know,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Davin,” she replied with a slight yawn.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed,” I said. “Maybe we can have dessert there, and I may let you sleep a little before round two,” I teased, grinning. She laughed.
“Insatiable.”
Gia sat up, and I handed her dress over then pulled on my pants. I helped her up, and we made our way back to our room.
Gia undressed while I started the shower, selecting a few different jets that would make washing more fun. She walked into the bathroom stark naked, and my d.ick twitched and rose again. She was right; I was insatiable but only for her.
I couldn’t help myself and took her in the shower again, lifting her against the cold tiles and burying myself in her. I made sure to hit her spot, and soon she was bucking and moaning until she finally did scream my name. The sound tipped me over the edge, and I erupted in her, the orgasm so intense that my stomach muscles hurt. We spent a few minutes just holding each other, catching our breath, then we finished up, washing quickly.
After dressing, Gia went to the bed and lay down, relaxing. I mind-linked the chef to send dessert and tea to our room when I noticed a tray with an untouched pot of tea.
“And this?” I said, walking over and peering into the pot.
“Get away from it,” Gia said suddenly. “Don’t touch it!”
I frowned and turned to look at her. What the hell was that about?
“It’s spelled,” she said, eyebrows furrowed. “Someone tried to spell me.”
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