Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 308: R18 - Steaks and Raw Sex

–Damon–

It felt like a fantasy. Our lovemaking was incredible—and the way she surprised me? Damn. It made me want to marry her all over again. She was resting now, still wearing that sheer one-piece, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I rubbed her hip, her exposed flawless buttcheeks and kissed the top of her head. Then I heard Sky’s voice.

"Mama? Dada?"

Knocking echoed from a distance, growing closer until it reached our bedroom door. I ignored it and pulled my wife closer, but his cries grew louder.

"Dada!" That one sounded real.

Livana pushed my hand away.

"Alright," I laughed softly and kissed her lips. I covered her with the duvet, went to the closet, pulled on something decent, and opened the door just as he dashed forward. I scooped him up instantly.

"Mama is ouchie," I told him gently, wiping his tears.

"Kissy." He pointed toward the bed.

That was when I finally noticed the mess—his toys scattered everywhere. Yes. It definitely needed cleaning.

"Later," I said, carrying him out.

Jane was in the next room. Even when Sky wandered off, she followed him like a hawk.

"It’s already dinner," she said. "I thought you two would keep it short."

"Sorry," I grinned as I headed downstairs. "It got intense."

In the kitchen, Damien was preparing dinner. Some of it was clearly Jane’s work, but he was adding more.

"What’s going on?" I asked.

"I’m hungry," he replied. "And I think we’ll have a guest later." He lifted the pan. "Filet mignon. Ta-da."

"Wow," Sky clapped, clearly impressed.

Jane began setting the table.

"Where’s Livana?" she asked.

"She needs a break," I chuckled. "I think we’ll have triplets this time."

"That’s a terrible thing to say to your wife," Jane said flatly. "Carrying a baby inside a human body isn’t easy."

"I know," I laughed. "Sorry."

I placed Sky into his high chair, strapped him in, and pulled him closer to the table. "Let’s eat first. I’ll serve my wife dinner in bed."

"Mama!" Sky cried dramatically, throwing his head back and wailing—no tears, just performance.

"Mama is asleep," I tried to reassure him.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, accompanied by whistling. We turned to see Logan, smiling, a bit of blood on his face. Jane rushed over and shoved him aside.

"Tito!" Sky raised his arms.

"Hey, buddy!" Logan waved as Jane pressed a towel to his face. "Ow—"

"Go bathe," she hissed. "Not in the kitchen."

Damien let out a low whistle.

"Excuse us," Jane said, pushing Logan along. "Go on with dinner."

"Tito?" Sky called again—then cried louder, not getting the attention he wanted.

"Tito’s dirty right now," Damien explained patiently. "After he bathes, he’ll eat with us and play with you. Then we’ll have a movie marathon with lots of foodie."

Sky clapped enthusiastically.

I chuckled and prepared his meal, making sure it was warm—not hot. Damien—Commander White—joined us at the table. He sliced the filet mignon into thick pieces, returning half to the oven.

When Commander White finally came back, hands washed and dried, he took his seat.

"Looks like a feast," he said.

"Pish!" Sky grinned, flashing his teeth. Commander White nodded in agreement.

After dinner, Commander White and Damien cleared the table. Sky stayed with them while I carried a tray up to the master bedroom. I set it beside the bed. The bed was clean—we’d left the chaos on the couch, the floor, the carpets.

I woke her gently. She opened her eyes slowly.

"Come on, baby. Eat something."

I fetched a robe and helped her put it on, then arranged the tray and pillows. I kissed her lips as she giggled and reached for my chin.

"Your son is very dramatic," I whispered. "Very, very dramatic."

"Probably because I promised him I’d take a quick bath," she admitted. "I lied."

"Oh." I tapped her nose. "A little liar, hmm? But your lie was worth every ounce of my energy."

I kissed her neck, heat stirring again—until she pushed me away.

"Go clean up the mess."

"Yes, my queen."

I cleaned while she ate, watching her enjoy every bite.

–Logan–

My wife pushed me gently into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and adjusted the heat while I stripped. Her hands moved slowly over my skin, checking each bruise with quiet focus. It hadn’t bothered me before, but now—now I felt everything. Maybe because she was here. Because she could take care of me.

"Come on," she said, gesturing toward the shower.

I moved carefully, my back stiff.

"Ow," I groaned, exaggerating just enough to earn an eye roll.

She undressed right in front of me, completely unbothered, and I smirked. I stepped under the water, standing still as it ran down my body. She tied her hair up and joined me, naked, warm, familiar. Her hands scrubbed my back gently, patiently, washing away dirt and dried blood.

I turned around with a grin—unapologetic.

She smacked my arm. I pouted.

"Crouch down," she said.

I did, and she examined my scalp carefully before turning the water off.

"Did you hit your head?"

"Maybe," I shrugged, my hands betraying me as they found her narrow waist, those wide hips—

She smacked my hand again.

She turned the water back on and continued cleaning me, methodical and thorough, even pulling out the betadine wash she somehow always had ready. She ignored the fact that my body was reacting to her completely.

Afterward, she dried my back while I wiped myself down. I helped her slip into her robe, then wrapped a towel around my waist while she searched my hair again. She must’ve found something—because she pressed cotton against it firmly.

"Ow!" I hissed, pulling her close and burying my face against her chest. "Babe... that hurts."

She didn’t stop. She patched me up carefully, bandaging every wound, then told me to get dressed.

I didn’t.

Instead, I pulled her closer and kissed her—slow, wanting, honest. I wanted her. Badly.

She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around me, and for a moment, nothing else mattered.

***EXPLICIT***

I opened her robe, pulled her closer as she jumped, and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock is ready. Damn it. There’s no body pain at all. My blood rushes down my cock, ready to ram her.

I lay her on the bed, spread her legs, licked it, sucked it... enough for her to be wet, and I positioned the head of my heavy, thick cock and just slammed it into her.

"Fuck! Why do you have that big cock!" She hissed at me.

"Sorry." I chuckled as I thrust into her, winching a bit at the pain in my body. She pulled me, pinned me to the bed, and started riding me like crazy.

She was catching her breath, not stopping.

"Oh, god!"

I can feel it all just squeezing around me. Fuck, she’s near. She came, stopped, but I still thrust. She was squirting when I sat up, picked her up, and pinned her to the bed as I continued thrusting. She tried to stop me. Probably because it’s overwhelming. It’s more overwhelming when I am rubbing her clitoris.

I couldn’t even hear my growling and moaning because her cries and moans were all I heard.

"Logan~~" She muffled sexy cries. "Logan, stop!"

"No," I shook my head. "How can I stop when you are squeezing me this tight?

Her body arcs as she spasms around me, so fucking tight that I came inside her. She closed her eyes, looking tired as I didn’t pull out.

I want it deep still, just to make sure that she’ll get pregnant. I mean, I’ve been doing it raw. She would hit me, get angry at me, but of course, I am a bad boy. She’s not ready for a baby, but finishing inside her while she’s exploding in orgasm was so good.

"No, we are not done," I whispered.

"Logan," She muttered. "I thought you were aching everywhere."

"I was, but I was aching more down here."

I started thrusting again, although I just finished. Because I know that I wasn’t done. I need more of her. I am still as hard as wood. I rubbed the head of my shaft between her labia, teasing that thick pink clitoris.

She pointed at the drawer as I walked closer to it and opened it. There it goes. Our rechargeable vibrating wand. I wiped it off with a wet towel and teased her. Her body trembled, and if she only knew how she made me like this.

She’s nothing compared to the hostess back in Japan. She was naturally innocent and a sex goddess.

As I caressed the head of the wand to her clitoris, she squirted out, as my healthy semen came out.

"Oh, baby! Why did you let that out!" I slammed my cocked back in and thrust like crazy. She couldn’t scream anymore, but it’s enough to know that it was good.

"Logan!" She cried as she pulled the pillow to cover her face. I pulled it and made her watch as I pulled out, and she squirted a lot. I smacked my cocked over her, thrust more until I finished it again inside her.

I caged her, kissed her lips and her nose while she was catching her breath.

"Logan," She whispered.

"Yesl Lia?" I whispered the nickname from her real name, Emilia.

"More," She whispered as I laughed. "But after dinner."