Evil Love

by Ella Fields

We ran out of there as though we’d be caught at any moment, which was stupid, considering we weren’t doing anything wrong. Our contracts stated we could divorce, but they said nothing about remarrying. We didn’t make it home. We made it to an old, dilapidated barn behind the ferry station, my poor lace gown mauled by Jude’s hungry hands. “I got to wear white, after all,” I said between kisses. My dress was an exact replica of the one I’d worn to our first wedding; only it was white instead of black. “What do you mean?” He unzipped his pants, then got back to work on peeling the flowing sea of silk and lace up to my stomach. “Tits out.” I slipped my arms free of the sleeves, and Jude groaned, tugging the fabric until my strapless bra and wedding dress were bunched around my middle. Picking me up, he dropped his mouth to my breasts, sucking and kissing. “You dreamed of marrying me in a white dress, did you?” I nodded, my voice fleeing. The damp wooden wall behind me scratched at my back, and coupled with the swiping heat of Jude’s tongue on my skin, I tensed my thighs around his waist. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Now.” “Always so impatient for me,” he muttered, grinning around my nipple.

I growled and pulled his cheeks, forcing our lips together while he reached between us. With his eyes hard on mine, I saw every trace of humor leave. “I love you.” He impaled me, cursing when my eyes fluttered. He licked at my lips until I gathered my bearings and whispered on a harsh breath, “I love you, too.” “Tell me, Red.” He moved hard and fast. “Do I measure up to your dream Jude, yet?” A breathless laugh suffocated on his lips, my fingers sinking into his hair. “You’re my favorite type of nightmare.” He paused and pouted. Smiling, I gently bit the tip of his nose, then his lower lip. “And I don’t ever want to wake up.”

My body glided over hers, pressing her into the bedding. Our mouths touched, whispering without words, and I rocked into her, teasing, watching her eyelashes flutter. “Let me see if I’m right.” I slipped my hand between us, my fingers finding her cunt just as I’d expected to—soaked and needy. Fern moaned. And then her phone rang again. “Ignore it,” I murmured to her neck, kissing a path to her tits. It rang out, and I flipped us. “Sit on me.”

I snatched her phone and smacked out a reply while she howled behind me. Then I switched it off and tossed it onto her nightstand. It missed and hit the floor, but it didn’t matter. I lifted my wife over my body, waiting to be inserted inside hers. Slowly, with her lip stuck between her teeth, she did. Heaven. Every damn time. Pure heaven. I sat up, brushing her hair back over her shoulders, and kissed her chin. “Legs.”

She wrapped them behind me, and her arms around my neck, her hips rolling side to side, shivers coasting up and down my spine. “Kiss me.” Her lips rubbed over mine, once, twice, and then I grabbed the back of her head and tilted it for my tongue to mate with hers. “Fuck me.” She moaned down my throat, and my other arm smoothed up her back to her shoulder to hold her down, taking me as deep as I could get. Fern squirmed, panting, but I wouldn’t release her, and I wouldn’t release her lips. “I don’t want to… not yet.” I didn’t care. “Come.” She tried to push off me, but then, with a flutter of her eyes, they met mine, and she let go.

I held her tight to me, moving that glorious body over mine as she splintered, and then I rolled her to her back and threw her leg over my shoulder. “I can still feel you clenching…” Her face was flushed, tight spasms around my cock making me still. I didn’t want to come yet. “Kiss me,” I said, voice ragged. Breathing heavily, she cupped my face, pressing her lips gently to mine before nipping them. “Touch me,” I choked out, my blood heating to dizzying leve...

I lowered until my chest pushed into hers. As per usual, she took my weight without complaint. If anything, it seemed like it wasn’t enough. Never. I could never get enough. Get close enough to quench ...

We’d stained our souls with one another as surely as the ink upon our backs had s...

I’d made mistakes—plenty of them—yet staring down at my wife, her lips red from mine, her eyes heated for me, and her body hungry for more, I was reminded yet again that she was the best mistake I’d ever made. The only regret she’d allow me to keep was that I should’ve made it sooner. She’d always been there, my little orb of light. I just hadn’t been able to see her until it had grown completely dark. And now, she was the only woman I was capable of seeing. I pressed my forehead into hers and pushed deep inside. “Love me.” She whispered my favorite words. “All through the night.” Her lips brushed over mine. “And every second of daylight.”