Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 211: The King’s Obsession

–Damon–

She’s too alluring today. Too breathtaking. Too dangerous.

I’ve been trying—really trying—to keep my distance from her ever since the party ended an hour ago, but how the hell am I supposed to resist when Livana keeps glancing at me over our son’s head... smiling like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me?

Every time her eyes meet mine, something in my chest melts and something lower wakes up.

I shouldn’t touch her. I can’t touch her... not yet.

The doctor hasn’t given the final confirmation and I’m trying—painfully—to wait two more months before I devour her again.

But my self-control is slipping. By the second.

"Liva?" I called out, voice embarrassingly rough around the edges.

"Yes, dear?"

Her voice alone could ruin kingdoms.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Looking like what?" she asked with a sweetness that should be illegal.

"I’m used to your glare and that deadpan look... but this," I gestured down at the traitorous bulge in my boxers, "this is too much."

She giggled—actually giggled—like she wasn’t wrecking my sanity.

Sky, our innocent little boy, stopped sucking and looked up at her with a curious coo.

"Sorry, Sky. Continue," I muttered, glaring at my own son for existing at the wrong time.

She kissed his forehead and resumed feeding, her posture so serene while I, her supposed Mafia King husband, hid behind a throw pillow like a wounded lion.

I sat back down, grabbed my laptop, and pretended to focus on emails.

Bills.

More bills. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

And then... purchases.

Something she ordered.

Of course she deserves it. She deserves the world gift–wrapped in gold.

"It’s on the way," I told her. "The one you ordered."

"It’s just Sky’s play mat for his nursery."

"Hmm. Why didn’t you buy something for yourself?"

She shrugged lightly. "We can go out and buy whatever I want."

That smile of hers... sweet and sharp like a blade wrapped in silk.

I felt a slow grin spread across my face.

"You’re right."

Laura was probably working from home right now, but that didn’t matter. Livana and I made an agreement days ago.

"We can go somewhere far," I murmured, voice dropping lower. "Just the two of us."

"Well..."

She bit her lower lip—soft, pink, begging to be kissed—and my entire body tightened with want.

God.

Fantasizing about my wife should not feel this criminal.

Especially when I’m supposed to be restraining myself.

"Come here," she said softly.

I didn’t think. I obeyed.

She’s my downfall and my salvation.

I knelt beside her as she reached out, her fingers brushing my chin.

"Prepare tonight."

"What?" I whispered, kissing her palm slowly.

"Let’s make love."

I froze, my entire brain shutting down.

"What?"

"I confirmed it with Dr. Green. It’s been five months. We’re cleared."

My breath hitched.

"Can your body handle it?"

She scoffed, radiant and smug.

"I popped out a healthy baby, Damon. Of course I can handle it."

"What about our baby?"

"He’ll sleep in the nursery with Jane tonight."

"Oh."

I nodded too quickly. "I’ll prepare the bathtub."

I kissed her hand again—reverently, like she was made of fire and satin—and rushed straight to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes to prepare the bath.

Ten minutes to prepare the bedroom.

I even moved the crib out and pulled out the S–sofa—the same one where we used to ruin each other, where we created our firstborn.

My heartbeat was a war drum, excitement almost painful.

Then she returned.

Locked the door.

And turned toward me with that slow, seductive smirk that could make a god kneel.

She walked up to me, stood on her toes, and brushed her lips near my jaw.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, needing to hear it again.

She nodded. "Get the condom ready."

"I don’t fuck with condoms," I muttered, cupping her chin, leaning close to those impossibly soft lips.

She arched a brow. "I can’t get pregnant again, can I?"

"No." I shook my head. "You’re not ready yet."

She hummed. "Then yes—we’ll use condoms."

I helped her slip off her silk dress, my hands slow and worshipful.

I kissed her bare shoulders, tracing every inch with my lips.

And when the fabric slid down and her breasts bounced lightly—

My breath stuttered.

She was breathtaking.

A goddess in silk and moonlight.

My wife.

My undoing.

And tonight...

she was mine again.

*****

Touching her again... tasting her again... feeling every inch of my wife like she’s the air I’ve been starved of—

God, nothing compares.

Her warmth, her softness, her tightness wrapping around me like she was molded for me alone...

Her curves under my hands, her breath whispering against my skin—

I love it all.

I felt like a beast released after months in a cage, ravenous and half–feral.

And I tried—hell, I tried—to slow down for her.

To treat her delicately.

To remember she just brought life into this world.

But my wife...

my seductive, merciless queen...

insisted I take her the way I always did—hungry, needy, worshiping her with my body.

And the way she looked at me...

Those peculiar eyes, bright like rare-cut gems—dangerous, hypnotic, sinful.

Eyes that could command armies or bring me to my knees.

"Harder..." she whimpered, her voice cracking as another release shook through her.

I swear I don’t even know how many times she came.

She kept pulling me in, dragging me with her into that intoxicating paradise she creates with nothing but her touch.

I’d already come twice, my muscles trembling, breath broken—

But she?

She wasn’t done.

Not even close.

I ripped off the condom, panting.

My chest rose and fell like I’d run a marathon.

I must’ve skipped cardio too many times because shit, my wife was outlasting me—again.

"I see that you’re still hired..." she purred, fingers closing around my painfully sensitive manhood.

"Fuck, Liva," I groaned, shuddering. "Give me a break."

She laughed—a low, wicked sound—and held her stomach as if the amusement hurt.

"Are you serious now, Damon? Did you grow old waiting for me?"

She straddled me effortlessly, like she wasn’t the one who’d taken every ounce of stamina I had.

I gripped her lower back, staring up at her in awe.

"I won’t skip cardio anymore," I sighed. "But maybe you can work for us."

I grinned, pulling her closer and kissing her neck, tasting sweat and perfume and the sweetness of her skin.

"I’ve been working hard to make you cum. Look at the sheets... soaking wet with your release."

I cupped her breasts gently as she gasped—milk dripping from her swollen peaks.

My wife.

My perfect, breathtaking woman.

God.

How did I get so lucky?

To be the only man allowed to love her like this.

To be the only one allowed to see her come undone.

To be hers.

All hers.

–Logan–

I was on my way out to the club when I noticed the light spilling from Sky’s nursery. Curiosity kicked in, so I nudged the door open—quietly, like a ninja—and froze when I saw Jane inside, gently coaxing the baby in her arms.

Great. She looked like a perfect mother.

Even greater—she looked up, glared at me like I’d just kicked the crib, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I slipped off my shoes and stepped in.

She stood, carefully placed Sky back into his crib, double-checked the baby monitor, and immediately shoved me back out of the room. She closed the door gently, but the glare was still not gentle.

"Don’t sneak around like that," she hissed.

"So, you’re babysitting Sky until morning?" I crossed my arms, amused.

"Yes. I won’t be sleeping." She sighed. "So... can you take care of something for me tomorrow?"

"Why are you staying up?" I asked. Then it dawned on me—the memory of her mercilessly murdering a pillow. Ah. Right. She was scared she’d accidentally do the same to the baby.

"Hmm... you two are definitely pulling an all-nighter," I muttered, reaching for the doorknob. There goes my clubbing plans—and the girls ready to throw themselves at me tonight.

"Then I’ll stay here with you. You can sleep or... whatever."

"There’s no need," she said quickly, stopping me with a hand to my chest. "But—wait—I need to go to the bathroom. Watch over Sky."

She dashed off. I sighed, took off my jacket, and wandered back into the nursery. It was spacious, cozy, and everything was blue—Sky’s entire aesthetic was apparently his name.

I flopped onto the big sofa and pulled out my phone. Sent my friends a message: Not going tonight. Babysitting emergency.

I froze when I heard a soft coo. I looked up and found Sky wiggling his tiny arms and legs like he owned the world.

"You’re supposed to be asleep," I told him.

He giggled. Then came a very familiar, terrifying sound. My soul left my body.

"Oh, come on! You did not poop again."

Sky just giggled harder and grabbed his toes.

"Jane!" I yelled, panicking. I did not have the diaper-changing gene. "Okay, okay, I can wait. Take your time finishing whatever... that is." I rubbed my face. "Sky, buddy—why do you always poop around me? And always at night? This is unbelievable."

The door finally opened, and Jane came back carrying a tray of snacks.

"You may go now," she said calmly as she stocked the mini-pantry.

"Okay. Change his diaper. He pooped again."

Jane burst out laughing.

"I think you are Sky’s fiber," she said between laughs.

I turned on the air vent as Sky started getting fussy.

I grabbed my shoes and retreated to my room to change into something comfortable. When I came back, the nursery smelled normal again, and Jane was playing with Sky using his rattle.

I watched them for a moment. She really would make a great mother. And with Sky being her godchild, this family might just survive the chaos waiting ahead.

But just like her... I’m worried about Damon. Days are ticking by. Livana’s plan is ready to unfold. Tyrona’s men are waiting for the signal to kill the Queen.

And killing the Queen?

That’s the only way to checkmate the King.