Alpha Male Romance(125)

It was funny, I thought as I set the front door alarm. Nori and I could've afforded the most extravagant wedding anyone could've wanted. Once the father's assets had been liquidated – excluding the house and its trust – I'd ended up with a little more than what the lawyer had predicted. Neither Nori nor I, however, were the sort of people who wanted to flaunt or spend money.

Once her parents had been able to take care of themselves, we'd bought this house just outside of the city. Sensible, but new cars. Taken care of her parents. We'd also put money toward education. Both of us were currently taking classes to become psychologists. Our goal was to have a joint practice where I would work with members of the military and law enforcement while Nori worked with the families. It was still a few years off, but we both knew this was what we were supposed to do.

Tanner had ended up being a big help with that too. He'd steered me toward good investments, told me who I could trust. With his help, Nori and I wouldn't just be set for life, we'd be able to do some serious good for others like me and her brother.

Father O'Toole would've been proud.

I pushed thoughts of the father out of my mind as I walked up the stairs. There was only one person I wanted to focus on right now.

I opened the bedroom door and took a moment to admire my handiwork. Before I'd gone downstairs, I'd gotten Nori all settled into bed. She was completely naked, every inch of her glorious body on display. I'd put her hair in a braid so it wouldn't catch on the restraints around her wrists or the blindfold I'd used to cover her eyes. Her arms were stretched above her head, tied to the headboard with only enough give to keep her from being hurt. Her legs were spread wide, ankles tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. I rarely restrained her legs, but the moment I'd seen that she'd shaved her pussy for tomorrow, I'd known that I needed to see it like this.

“X?” Her voice had a slight edge to it. The chance of someone else coming into our room – however slim – existed, and it was that anticipation I heard.

“Right here, baby,” I said as I walked toward the bed.

As soon as I spoke, her body relaxed, then tensed again, shifting from anxious to eager. In the time we'd been together, I'd thought my appetite for her would lessen, that the two of us would become used to the other and we'd settle into something more...traditional. That hadn't been the case though. Nearly a year, and I still couldn't keep my hands off her, and she was the same way. She wasn't one of those people who tolerated sex for the sake of her partner, or who even wanted it only after a lot of foreplay. She was insatiable. We'd fucked and made love in crazy places, quickies and long, drawn-out bouts. And I knew it wasn't going to stop just because we got married.

“You're wet,” I said as I stripped off my clothes. I could see her skin glistening, and blood rushed south. I'd already been half-hard from getting her situated, but now I was fully erect, desperate to be buried deep inside her.

“Yes,” she said. She squirmed, her full breasts jiggling with the movement.

Damn.

I knelt between her legs on the bed. We'd considered spending the night apart, even abstaining from sex for the week leading up to our wedding, but in the end, we'd admitted that neither one of us really cared about that. We didn't want to be apart.

I ran my fingers along her calves, and up her thighs, keeping my eyes on her face. I loved watching her react to my touch. There were still times, out in public, where I felt self-conscious about my scars, but with her, it was never an issue. She never saw me as anything other than whole, even when I still sometimes fought to be that way. Falling in love with her had given me the strength and desire to get better, but it didn't mean I was magically cured.

When I was with her like this, though, nothing else existed except the two of us.

I stretched out, reminded again how grateful I was that Nori had talked me into getting a custom-made bed that would allow us to indulge ourselves more comfortably. My feet hung over the edge, but the rest of me was on the mattress. Since I didn't have to worry about my legs falling asleep or anything like that, I was able to spend as much time as I wanted doing one of my favorite things.

She gasped, arching up into my mouth as I licked her in one long swipe. I grabbed her hips and held her as I worked my tongue into her. The flavor of her burst across my taste buds and I groaned. I could do this for hours, and I had, going down on her until she'd literally passed out. That wasn't the goal for tonight though.

I brought her to the edge, enjoying every sound that fell from her lips, then backed off. She swore, pulling against her restraints, begging me to let her come.

“Not yet,” I said as I moved up her body.