Traps and Gretchen (Bayou Bishops #19)

The Tie That Binds

Gretchen gasped when his tongue entered her mouth, and his penis pressed at her opening. Oh God, he was huge!

“I got you, Ma Bee-shjoo,” he whispered, stroking her face softly, not pushing in. “I will try so hard not to hurt you.”

She answered with only breaths and scared moans as her heart tried to beat from her chest. “This is it,” she gasped, feeling them at the ledge of a cliff.

“This is it,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Are we ready, Bee-shjoo?”

She nodded, leaning up to kiss him, searching his eyes. “I’m ready husband. To be your wife.”

She watched his eyes roll shut, and she thrust her hips up to meet his slight push, pulling him halfway into her.

“Fuck,” he strained, capturing her throat in his hand. The feel of his power, restrained in gentleness had her fighting to kiss him.

“Do it, Fatey,” she gasped in his mouth. “Create me. Make me real.”

He shoved all the way in, his body crashing so hard into hers. He stole her sharp scream of pain, shock, and awe with the deepest kiss. And then he moved inside her, causing the entire universe to shift and her mind to spin. “Neelo!” she cried as he flew them higher and higher, his strokes like massive wings, each thrust shooting them further into the heavens. And then they reached a place of burning white sparks that rained through them, filling their bodies and breaths as it weaved them into unfathomable energy. Joy. Unspeakable joy. That’s what it was. Unspeakable love. Unspeakable victory .

He released her arms finally and she flung them around his neck, holding his mouth to hers, weeping from the miracle she’d just experienced. “Neelo,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around him. “Are you all mine? Forever?”

“I have always been yours, Bee-shjoo,” he whispered breathless, pressing his forehead to hers. He lay next to her and pulled them into a full body embrace, wrapping his strong arms and legs around her and pressing her head into his hot chest.

Was she really in his arms? Really his wife? I have always been yours Bee-shjoo. A smile spread on her lips as giddy joy soared through her body, producing a tiny giggle.

“Mmmm, what’s funny, Ma Bee-shjoo,” he murmured.

“I’m just… so happy.”

He tilted her face up to his and kissed her softly.

“And hungry,” she said against his lips.

“But I just fed you.”

“You did.”

“And you burned the roux.”

She snuck her fingers between their mouths. “I was thinking.”

He moved her hand, claiming her lips again. “Tell me.”

“I… don’t want to pretend to be other people anymore.”

He drew back, looking at her. “Good,” he praised lightly, returning to her lips.

“But… I’m not sure how to quit.”

Again, he pulled back. “Then I will help you.”

She stared into his beautiful boiling mocha eyes. “How?”

“You tell me.”

She smiled around his soft kisses. “Hmmm. I don’t know.”

“Do you know when you’re not being you?”

“Yyyyes,” she was pretty sure.

“Then I will ask you if you’re being another person and if you are then you can stop.”

“But… what if I’ve never been somebody real?”

He took hold of her face and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips into a pucker. “Then you should be the woman I just created.” He pressed kisses into her squished lips.

“She’s so new,” she worried.

“I’ll help her.”

“She doesn’t know things.”

“I’ll teach her.”

“I think… she burned the roux. Because she can’t cook.”

He drew back again with raised brows. “What else can’t she do?”

“She can’t carry a conversation.”

“She’s doing pretty good now.”

Hmm. “Maybe because she’s with you.”

“Mmm,” he said, making his lips silky against hers as he kissed repeatedly. “I don’t really care who she is when she’s not with me. And I might like being the only one that has the real you.”

She smiled at that, stroking her nails along his face, loving the feel of his jaw moving to his sexy kissing. “What if I get… mixed up? Or what if I don’t… want to be those other people anymore?”

Her heart skipped three beats as he put himself on top of her, capturing her head in his hands as he kissed along her face. “If you want to be a million people, Ma Bee-shjoo, then I will love every one of them.” At her brow he said, “And if you only want to be the woman I created, then I will help you kill off all your Farkle Fairies.”

Her giggle escaped. “Farkle Fairies,” she whispered with her eyes closed, loving the feel of his kisses as they continued along the other side of her face. She stroked her feet along the back of his strong legs, wondering, “What if I don’t notice? That I’m being a Farkle Fairy?”

“I will notice for you.”

“You think?”

He nodded, back at her lips, his tongue changing the tone in their conversation. “What will you do when you notice?”

He drew her lower lip between his teeth, then her upper. “I will call you Farkle .”

His hand covered her breast, and she moaned, thrusting into his hungry grip. “What if I ignore you? What if I don’t listen?”

He raised his head, staring at her, his fingers rolling her nipple till she could only gasp out breaths. “If you become Fyoo-rie, then I will be forced to trap you and make you listen.”

The threat in his deep voice throbbed in her clit. She reached between them and wrapped his cock in her fingers, her heartbeat quickening. God, he was so huge. And hard and hot. “With your ropes?”

“If you make me, yes,” he shuddered, pumping himself in her fist, his kiss scattering her to kingdom come.

“I love to feel your ropes on me.” She moved his cock to her entrance.

“I will train you with them,” he swore, shoving inside her.

The pleasure devoured the pain this time, arching her body into his hard one. She pressed her feet into his upper legs, forcing him to stay at the very bottom of her as she panted through the waves of ecstasy still consuming her. “What will you do to me,” she moaned, flicking her hips and rubbing her clit against him.

His big hand slid under her butt and forced more friction. “I will punish my Fyoo-rie until she submits to every command. I will tear apart your heart and mind and hunt the real you down. And when I find you, I will test all your limits until I know each one. Then I will push them further. Maybe it will scare you, but I won’t care about your fear because I know you are safe even if you don’t.”

“Neelo,” she gasped as he pumped without breaking the tight mesh of their hips, bringing a pulsing, billowing heat to her core. “I want that, I want you to tear me apart and find me then never let me go. I want to be trapped in you,” she cried as his hips bucked faster. “Oh God, yes.”

His beastly sounds rumbled through her body and especially in her clit. “You want that,” he seethed, forcing her arms into the bed and watching himself slam against her pussy with his monstrous lust. His gaze moved to her jolting breasts. “Yeah, you fucking need to be taken apart by my cock. There will be no part of your body that doesn’t get the wrath of this monster you created in me.

Those impossible words brought her to that place of light and sparks. She’d made this beautiful monster, and he was all hers . “Neelo! Oh! I love you!”

He stole her breath with a growling hard kiss as he crash-landed right into that heavenly bliss with her. She fought to hold on to her beautiful monster as he gave himself to that unfathomable, unifying power. In its peak, she felt it. More of their secret pieces wove together as one and all the pieces joined before now tightened and strengthened. She’d read many romance books in her life, but none of them had captured the miracle of what she experienced.

Her winded giggles came again in the aftermath as her beast still held her pinned down by her arms, his head on the bed, growls right next to her ear but slowly losing its scary edge.

“I can’t believe how amazing that was,” she whispered, leaning to kiss the side of his face. “I love that you become like a scary monster, ” she confessed, smiling bigger.

He released her arms and pulled her head to his, putting only half his weight on her. “That’s surely all your fault,” he rumbled.

She slid her fingers over the thick ropes of hair on his head. “I love that it is. I have my very own monster. Did you know that I have a secret kind of romance that I love?”

“Tell me all your secrets, Bee-shjoo,” he ordered breathless, making her smile.

“My secret romance genre is… monster stalker romances.”

He let out a single chuckle. “And what do these… silly little monsters do in these stalker romances?”

She couldn’t stop her giggle at the jealous challenge in his voice. “Well… he watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce the woman he’s obsessed with.”

She grinned at the slow shake his head. “Baby… your monster swallows the shadows whole.”

Her laugh erupted and she leaned up and kissed him, one single peck. “He also leaves cryptic messages in blood, marking his territory.”

He slowly took hold of her arms and pinned them again. “Leaves blood , does he? Well, I will burn your name into the sky with my passion.”

She could not contain her giddy excitement at that before remembering, “He scrapes at her window at night. Reminding her she can’t escape.”

He lowered his mouth, stopping right before hers. “Scrapes at the window like a little girl? Well, I will break down the walls and take you through the ruins.”

He gobbled up her mouth like food, making her laugh. “But the monster tears her flesh with his claws, marking her so she never forgets who owns her.”

“And I’ll tattoo my name on your DNA so that every single cell in your body screams only for me.”

She gave a huge laughing scream when he chewed on her neck. “The monster devours her just like this until she’s begging for more.”

His hungry mouth found her breast, taking half of it into a hungry suction. He pulled up with a growl and shot up to her mouth, so their lips touched. “I’ll eat the entire universe until all that exists is an eternal loop of you begging me to take you apart atom by atom.” He lifted off of her and yanked her up by the wrists then flipped her onto her stomach. He jerked her hips up then wrapped her ponytail around his fist, jerking her head back.

“Oh God!” she cried out, her heart pounding at feeling the head of his cock at her sore opening.

He tugged her head back more, bringing her sharp gasps with his ragged, rumbly breaths. He latched his hard fingers on her shoulder and jerked her body against him, burying his cock. She screamed at the explosion of pleasure and awe of him filling every inch of her.

“Fuck your monster,” he ordered, his fingers sliding off her shoulder and moving to her ass for a full, nail-piercing grip on her flesh. The shock and pleasure sent her on an upward spiral as he forced her to take the wrath of his lust just like he promised, his hips banging against her body. She became his helpless, tiny human fuck toy, screaming from the overwhelming blows of his dominance and vicious lust . All for her . All because of her.

When he came all the way undone with his climax, her toes and every muscle in her body seemed to curl with his snarling pace to the finish line. Her monster did all the chasing, tearing through barriers to have what he wanted. She saw it in her mind, the whole Milky Way parting for his raging passion.

“Bee-shjoo,” he panted next to her ear, covering her body with his and forcing every inch of her into the bed. The trapped feeling was its own heaven. Trapped by her monster. Protected in his obsession. “Did I fucking hurt you?”

Her attempt to soothe the desperate panic in his voice came in the form of a pathetic whimpered, moan. He hurried off her and she managed to complain with a “Noooo,” whine. He turned her half over and for the life of her she couldn’t move a muscle. They were all baked. Done. Mush. He examined her body then took hold of her jaw, staring into her eyes. “I loved it,” she forced out. “I loved it so much. I’m… just tired. So perfectly tired.”

She closed her eyes and let go a long “Mmmmm” at feeling his soft lips on her forehead then all along her face.

“Ma Belle Petite Bee-shjoo,” he whispered, stroking her with such a careful reverence all over her body. “Your monster loves you more than you love your monster.”

She tried to smile but couldn’t even manage that. And the next time she opened her eyes, it was to the smell of food and a ravenous appetite. But waking to darkness caused her insides to turn jittery and her mind to race like it always did.

The sound of masculine laughter jerked her insides more and she scooted to the edge of the bed, immediately encountering the love marks Neelo left on her body. His monster marks.

Who was there?