Perfected by You Page 2

  Mathis Verlinden, my partner, made sure that we would have all the privacy we needed while spending the flight on his plane.

  “Brett, this plane is huge,” Evvie exclaimed as we made our way inside.

  Plush beige leather seats sat in two rows with a large bedroom at the back of the plane. A stewardess greeted us, her bright smile making her face glow. “Mr. and Mrs. MacLean,” she said, holding out her hand. “So nice to finally meet you.”

  We returned her handshake and walked down the narrow aisle.

  “My name is Susie. Please don’t hesitate to ask me anything. I’m here to make your flight as comfortable as possible,” she said, handing us each a bottle of water.

  “Thank you, Susie,” Evvie said, stifling back a yawn.

  I grunted in satisfaction, knowing that she was tired because of me.

  Susie nodded and left us alone as we made our way to the back of the plane.

  Wrapping an arm around my wife’s shoulders, I leaned down to her ear. “When the captain turns off the seat belt sign, I want you in the bedroom.”

  She playfully pushed out of my hold and sat in one of the reclining chairs, pulling me down beside her. Her cheeks were flushed, her mind, no doubt thinking of the possibilities that I had in store for her.

  Linking our fingers, I placed our joined hands in my lap. Her pale skin was milky white under my tanned form.

  “Are you alright?”

  I looked over at Evvie, smiling at the concern in her voice. “When I’m with you, I’m always okay.”

  Her eyes darkened.

  Reaching a hand out, I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip. Her mouth parted, her hot breath searing my skin. Her shoulder-length curly blond hair as light as wheat, was piled high on her head in a messy bun.

  My fingers twitched, images of me pulling the strands as I fucked her from behind, invading my thoughts.

  “Brett.”

  My name left her mouth on a breathy husk as we sat there staring at each other. Time ticked on and before I knew it, we were in the air, on our way to Vegas.

  I inched my mouth closer to hers but made sure not to touch. I liked teasing her. Forcing her to submit to me even though really, I was submitting to her. My blood burned, bile rising in my throat at the mere thought of bending to someone’s will. Never. Again. Would that fucking happen.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head, ignoring the tiny voice in my head that kept calling me crazy. Crazy for falling in love. Crazy for marrying Evvie. Crazy for not letting her go when she had the chance. She deserved better. So much better.

  Warm hands cupped my face, interrupting my thoughts when lips brushed along mine.

  I jumped under the contact.

  “Kiss me. Now,” Evvie demanded.

  Fuck that. I released her and looked around the large cabin of the plane. Susie was nowhere in sight so I took that as my chance.

  Rising to my feet, I pulled Evvie along with me.

  “Where are we going?”

  I spun on her, forcing her to take a step back, her eyes going wide at the abrupt movement. “I need inside you, my sweet Evvie.”

  Her eyes flashed, darkening with a hunger that I wasn’t used to. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to it. Most women I had been with, used me. Yes, they were attracted to me but not on the level that Evvie was. She was a part of me. Engrained in my skull, in my skin. In my soul.

  Walking past me, she stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”

  I grinned. Not yet but I would be.

  Before she could protest, I was on her. I lifted her in my arms and kicked the door closed before crashing us both onto the bed.

  She giggled and struggled under me, fighting against my hold.

  “You playing hard to get, lover?” I asked, pulling her back under me.

  Evvie laughed and pushed to her knees. “Never. I—”

  Yanking her feet out from under her, I covered her body with mine. I ground my thick erection against her ass, igniting a moan from the back of her throat. “I’m going to devour your body, licking every inch of your skin,” I breathed against her neck. Brushing her hair off her nape, I nipped the soft spot just under her ear.

  She whimpered, rubbing her rear against my length. “You’re so hard for me.”

  I smiled. I was always hard for her. “Hold onto the edge of the bed,” I demanded.

  She did as I said while I slid down the length of her body to her hips. I lifted her shirt to her shoulders, revealing her naked back and unclasped her bra.

  With the back of my hand, I brushed my knuckles down her spine causing her to shiver under my touch. So beautiful. So perfect.

  “Please.”

  Her soft plea caused something to stir deep inside of me. With a growl, I ripped down her pants and nipped the flesh of her hip.

  She gasped, arching under my touch.

  I repeated my movements, trailing tiny bites on her lower back. “I’m going to make you scream.”

  “Oh God, Brett,” Evvie husked, white knuckling the sheets.

  My cock lengthened, threatening to burst if I didn’t take care of it and soon. “I love you, my wife.”

  “I love you,” she breathed.

  I smiled and pulled her to all fours. Kissing her tailbone, I brushed a finger between her ass cheeks to her glistening center. “Look at me.”

  She met my gaze, her chest rising and falling with ragged breath. Her eyes pleaded with me to let her come and what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t give her what she wanted? Over and over and over again.

  A wicked smile spread on my face as I thrust my middle into her waiting heat.

  She whimpered, throwing her head back as I finger fucked her hot pussy.

  Moving behind her, I trailed kisses down her spine. Her lavender and vanilla scent filled my nostrils, making my body vibrate.

  “Brett, please,” she said, her voice dripping with pent up desire.

  “What do you want, lover?” I husked, pushing my finger deep inside of her. Her core clenched around me, squeezing me tight. Replacing my finger with two, I stretched her, filling her completely as I caressed her naked ass.

  “I want to come.”

  “Do you now?” I teased, lazily pumping my fingers in and out of her.

  Her body shook, moving back against my hand as my thrusts picked up speed. “Oh God, you feel so good.”

  Satisfaction flew through me at her words. It was a slow process but I was teaching her to tell me what she liked, what she wanted, what she needed. I was good, but I wasn’t a mind reader.

  “Tell me you love me,” I said, pushing her shoulders onto the bed.

  “I love you,” she cried as I thrust my fingers into her hard.

  “Get used to those words on your tongue, lover. Taste them. Devour them.” I spread her legs and brushed my thumbs over the folds of her shaved pussy. “Because by the time I’m done with you, the next time you say them, they’re going to leave your lips on a scream.”

  I replaced my fingers with my tongue, shoving my face into her hot cunt.

  She cried out, her hips bucking against my face as I ate at her hard. “Oh God, yes,” she panted.

  Licking from her clit to her tailbone, I revelled in the taste of her body. Swallowing her sweet essence, I thrust two fingers into her.

  “Harder, please. Brett, I need you harder.”

  My little vixen wanted more. Pushing into her as deep as possible, I rubbed the walls of her core. Her body shook and trembled against me.

  I nipped the plump flesh of her ass before licking from her center to her rear.

  She inhaled a gasp.

  I told her I would devour every inch of her. My wife didn’t believe me. I chuckled against her causing a moan to leave her lips.

  She exploded under my touch, a mind blowing scream leaving her lips.

  “Say it,” I demanded and fucked her body with my tongue.

  “I love you. Oh Bret
t, I fucking love you.”

  The words leaving her mouth on a hard scream caused a growl to leave my lips. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I pushed my face against her center, diving as deep as I possibly could. The juices from her body flowed down my throat, coating my tongue with a sweet salty taste. I moaned. “You fucking taste like heaven.”

  She came hard a second time before I released her.

  Sweat coated her skin and before I knew what was happening, she knelt in front of me and crashed her mouth to mine.

  I groaned, our tongues pushing against the other. Fisting her hair, I pulled her head back. “You want me?”

  Her eyes were black with hunger as she ripped open my shirt. Buttons flew around us. “I ache for you.”

  My spine vibrated. Wiping my mouth and chin, I licked up the palm of my hand, swallowing the juices from her body.

  Her nostrils flared at the sight while she lay back on the bed.

  I grinned and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach.

  A breathless gasp escaped her lips as I pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her feet dangled over the edge of bed.

  My eyes travelled down the length of her body. So beautiful. So submissive. Her back rose and fell with each breath while she waited and trusted me to take her to highs of ecstasy I knew she craved.

  Grazing a hand down the flesh of her pale ass, I leaned over her and thrust two fingers into her waiting heat.

  She whimpered, gripping the blankets tight in her hands.

  Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I breathed hard against her cheek, watching her eyes dilate under my touch. “You want me to fuck you, my sweet Evvie?” I asked, brushing my thumb over the tight hole at her rear.

  She moaned, pushing back against my hand and nodded.

  “Answer me,” I demanded, tightening my hold on her hair.

  “Yes, please,” she panted.

  Releasing my hold on her lower body, I undid my belt. My body shook with the need to be inside of her.

  I pulled my belt out of the loops with a snap and watched a shiver tremble through my wife. My cock hardened at the sight.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. This was going to be fast and hard. Not slow and sensual like I had been doing lately. I was still learning to take control of myself and my actions, but at this point? That dark part of myself, the part that wanted to rip my wife’s body open, reared its ugly head.

  Undoing my pants, I pulled out my rigged length. It twitched in my palm, almost exploding right then and there. I took a couple of deep cleansing breaths. As much as I always enjoyed coming on my wife’s body, right now, I needed to come inside of her. Mark her. Over and over again.

  Evvie looked up at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were dilated, black with a hunger so deep, my skin tingled. “Use me.”

  Those two words set something off. They were like a slap to the face. Knocking me out of my trance and moment of hesitation.

  I growled, tightening my hold on her hair and thrust into her so hard, her waist lifted off the bed.

  She whimpered, her eyes going wide at the rough impact.

  I didn’t move. Just pushed into her body as deep as I could, holding her, wrapping her around me. Her pussy clenched around my cock, throbbing and aching.

  “Brett,” she gasped, gripping the sheets in her hand.

  I bit her shoulder, licking over the spot soon after. “Spread your legs, lover.”

  She did as I said, opening herself to me. Her body revealing the urge that it wanted me to fuck the shit out of it. Satisfaction flew through me.

  “I suggest holding on,” I husked, running my hand down the side of her small body. So tiny, but perfect for me.

  I pulled out, igniting a moan of pleasure to leave her full pink lips before slamming back home. I repeated my movements, knocking the breath out of her each time.

  Holding her hair, and joining our other hands, I had her restrained beneath me as I gave her what she wanted. My pelvis hit her ass after each powerful thrust. Her body. So tight. So hot. So perfect. Was made for me. Made for my pleasure. Made for my use only. God I loved this woman. More than I could ever say.

  “Brett, please.”

  Her begging interrupted my thoughts and sent a shiver through my very being. “What do you want, Evvie?”

  She panted and licked her lips. “Harder.”

  “How hard, lover?” I breathed in her ear.

  She smiled. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

  I let go of her hand and ran my thumb along her bottom lip. “Open.”

  Her lips parted.

  Sticking it in her mouth, I brushed it along her velvety soft tongue, lubricating it before I reached between our joined bodies.

  Her eyes widened, her breathing picking up.

  I grinned. “You want me everywhere, Evvie. Remember, I’ve already been deep inside of your body.” I nipped her shoulder. “Your hot mouth. Your tasty cunt. Your beautiful ass,” I said between bites.

  She panted, her gaze darkening with lust.

  Rubbing my thumb over the puckered area between her ass cheeks, I pushed inside of her, watching her eyes dilate.

  She moaned, lifting her hips at the small movement.

  I grunted, thrusting my thumb in and out of the tight hole. “Does it turn you on knowing that the juices from your tongue are deep inside of your body?”

  Evvie’s eyes fluttered closed, her pussy gripping me tight. “Yes.”

  At that point, I took the pleasure from her body, wrapped it around us and gave her what she craved and desired. I made love to my wife in the best and worst way possible. My name left her lips several times before I finally came on a roar, filling her body with my hot come.

  Marks from my hands and teeth covered her pale skin sending a tingle through my being. A moment of unease travelled through me. I loved covering her body with evidence of my touch but at times, it bothered me. Was I too rough? Was she too polite that she wouldn’t say otherwise? I couldn’t control the urge to mark her body. I either had to find it in myself to not let it bother me and trust my wife in the constant encouragement she gave me, or I would have to stop being rough altogether. Either way, I needed to do some self-analyzing shit because I refused to break Evvie. She told me she was fine and could handle me but I wasn’t even sure if I could handle myself.

  You have no idea what seeing my marks on your skin does to me. Do you? It reminds me every day that I own you. And when you look at them in the mirror, gazing upon them like they are a part of your skin, makes my inner Alpha roar with pride. But then a part of me feels guilty. Did I hurt you? Are you just saying that you like the pain? Are you doing it for me or are you really enjoying what I give you? I have to trust that you would tell me if you didn’t like something that I was doing. I guess a part of me is insecure and thinking maybe one day, I’ll go too far.

  I was thinking about our first time together. When I watched the glow of the moon caress your pale skin as you stood by my patio door, I remember thinking that you were the one. I thought I was fucking crazy. How could a woman who I hardly knew be the one? Well it turns out, I was right.

  From the first time you called me an asshole, to the first time you screamed my name. Our first kiss, our first fight. All of those firsts add up to our forever. Our story. What makes Brett and Evvie MacLean. Our relationship may not be conventional. We fell hard and fast. Most don’t believe in love at first sight. But I know that I fell in love with you that first night and it didn’t take me long to grow a pair and tell you.

  Kane was actually the one that helped in a way so you can thank him as well. At arm’s length. Or how about across the room? That would work too.

  I will tell you that one of my favorite moments from that night, that feels like so long ago, is when I told you to kneel. I could see your eyes dilate in the moonlight glow and when you slowly lowered to your knees, I knew right then that I had met my match. So submissive but Dominant when you need to be. You have shown me that there is n
othing wrong with giving up control.

  There is an hour left of our flight and my beautiful wife, I fucked you into exhaustion. You’re sleeping beside me, your arm wrapped around my middle, small sounds of bliss leaving your lips every so often.

  I will tell you one thing. Going to Vegas to see Mathis and to meet his wife, Jenny, is kind of inspiring. I don’t know how to explain it except for the fact that you have this guy who has his hands in everyone’s pocket. He’s controlling, womanizing, and an ass and then all of a sudden, one woman, one moment, one look changes everything.

  Mathis has told me that he’s trying to do the right thing. Trying to make a better name for himself and his family. Just the idea that he’s changing, not because he was forced to but because he wants to, makes me look at myself and wonder what the hell am I doing?

  I know that you love me. I can see it every time that you look at me. But I need to change. I need to be a better man for you. If not for you, then for myself. These dark urges that I have and that I crave, even though you love them and embrace them, scare the shit out of me at times. Yes, talking to Dr. Santos has helped a lot but it’s not enough. I thought I had control. I thought I was able to curb the cravings of these sadistic desires but then I met you. You pulled forth that dark side of myself that wanted to fuck you every time I could. That wanted to kill every man that touched you or even just looked at you.

  When I see you hug Kane, I have to leave the room. I can’t deal because I don’t want to hurt him and I definitely don’t want to hurt you. Even when you hug Jake, it pisses me the fuck off. I know. He’s into men so I have nothing to worry about but that dark part of myself does. That I can’t control. Do you see the pattern here, my beautiful wife? I’m trying to control it. I’m trying to control these urges before I get myself in trouble, or worse. I pray by the time that you read this, everything will be normal…or normal for us, that is.

  THREE

  I kicked the door closed to the hotel that we were staying in, thanks to Mathis, and watched Evvie saunter towards the bed.

  “I’m not a fan of this three hour time difference,” she mumbled and flopped on the large King-sized mattress.