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stealfromthedevil · 20 days ago

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I cannot tell you how I feel right now.

Having followed this journey from its deliciously angst filled beginnings to the perfect close to this story, I am blown away.

Everything has been perfectly summed up for me with this alone:

“You’re someone I knew I needed but never thought I would find"

Congratulations my friend. You fucking did it!!!

I love you endlessly. 💗💗

Breathe

Part 12

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 9.3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Unprotected intercourse. Masturbation (M).

Summary: You and Will elope to a northern getaway for an intimate wedding, where “wedded bliss” doesn’t even begin to describe your time together. Surrounded by the quiet promise of your new beginning, Will reconsiders his career path and imagines a future rooted in you.

A/N: It's hard to fathom summarizing my feelings about finishing this story. This series was my introduction to writing for Charlie and brought me into a world I can't imagine stepping away from. It challenged me as a writer, brought me so much joy (and the odd headache and heartache), and ultimately introduced me to many people who I have become so blessed to know and now call friends. I know to some 12 chapters isn't much, and that two years is a long time to complete a work so small compared to what other authors do, but just know that my whole heart went into this story, no matter how minimal it may seem, and I'm extremely proud of it. Thank you to anyone who has read this and supported me in all the different ways. This is dedicated to all of you 💗

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It was worth every second of the long day of traveling to get to this view.

The lake was completely still and made a perfect reflection of the full treeline and coloured sky as the sun sunk down behind the tops of the trees, and Will took a deep inhale of the fresh, northern air as he leaned against the railing of the balcony looking out at it all.

It was completely private, the whole lake and surrounding area so remote and essentially all yours to enjoy together, and he knew that a week and a half here wouldn’t ever feel like enough.

Will already expected he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight, and not because of the reasons that normally kept him awake, his excitement for tomorrow bigger than anything he’d ever waited for in his entire life.

Good changes were coming, and they were all starting off with marrying you. A rare sense of hope was gracing him as the consideration of leaving active duty as a Delta Force Captain was quickly becoming a reality, having been approached by his previous Colonel requesting he give talks to other soldiers and captains about rethinking their pursuit of a career in the Special Forces and to stay serving in the Army instead. The thought of never going on an op again felt like he had won the lottery even though he hadn’t officially retired yet, but never having to deploy or leave you for the dangers of his job felt like a dream that he was actually close to living. You were obviously in favour of the idea when he told you, and he smiled thinking back to watching you attempt to contain your excitement about it and remain neutral, telling him you would support him in whatever he chose to do despite looking like you were about to burst with joy at the prospect of him never deploying again.

He wasn’t sure if he was cut out for something like that, feeling inadequate at being able to coerce strong-willed men and women into turning down higher pay and progressing their careers, but if he was honest about his own experiences with it and the negative effects of performing at such an elite level of combat, maybe he would find success in it.

Will sighed as he straightened himself, rubbing his hand roughly through his hair before stretching out his arms, feeling the hours spent traveling settling in his muscles.

He walked back into the cabin, feeling the warmth from the fire contrasting to the cooling temperature outside, and he left the huge sliding door open to let in the fresh, crisp air.

“There you are,” he beamed, seeing you come out of the spare room where you closed the door behind you.

“I was steaming my dress,” you explained, biting your lip to try to stifle your grin.

Will shook his head, his own smile spreading on his face. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”

You stepped toward each other, meeting in the middle, his hands landing on your waist while yours smoothed up his biceps, and you found it impossible to believe that you were going to be married in just a matter of hours.

Will continued to smirk even as he leaned down to meet you, capturing your lips in a slow kiss that gradually grew deeper where you lost yourselves for a few moments.

You hummed when you unhurriedly broke apart just enough that your lips were still hovering against each other, your heart beating furiously in your chest that had your blood pumping heat all throughout you.

“We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow,” you whispered, meeting his loving gaze.

Will tilted his head curiously, “What’s tomorrow?”

You laughed and smacked his chest playfully, making him burst out as well as he grabbed your bum and attacked you in a fury of more kisses across your neck until you were squirming helplessly in his arms.

“I'm ready for bed but I'm not tired yet, sweetheart,” he admitted, his nose skimming up along your neck to your hair where he inhaled deeply.

“That’s fine with me, Mr. Miller,” you whispered, your eyes closing while your head tipped back, feeling goosebumps crawl up your arms where they spread out everywhere else on your body.

“After you, Mrs. Miller.”

The look he gave you as he extended his hand toward the master bedroom was loaded with everything from love to lust to a possessiveness that made you tingle from head to toe, and you knew that even though you weren’t officially Mrs. Captain William Miller until tomorrow, you were already more his than you ever could be.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the sky was beginning to shed its dark blanket and wake up with each minute that passed, the burnt orange gradually streaking through to break apart the deepest shades of blue.

Will’s lungs burned a bit with each inhale of the cold air, his exhales visible in plumes of white, and as he ran down the road surrounded by the quiet forest, he appreciated the drastic change in scenery and climate he had become accustomed to in Florida.

A brighter sky was quickly revealed with every second, the sun determined to break through what darkness was left, allowing Will to see his surroundings better as he continued on his early morning run that doubled as another errand to check off his list.

He slowed as he approached another area just off the road that was littered with wild flowers, plucking a couple of blue cornflowers and something yellow he wasn’t familiar with to add to the others he already held carefully in his hand, the bouquet he was making looking fuller and more beautiful each time he came across something different. It would never turn out to be anything like those professional bouquets that cost hundreds of dollars from a florist that most brides carried down the aisle, but he knew you would love it even more than those ones and never cared to waste money on something so frivolous.

His shoes crunched on the gravel as he started to make his way toward the cabin again, a smile tugging at his lips as he picked up his pace so he could get back to you while you were still wrapped up in the sheets. The thought of crawling into bed to hold your warm body and smell your sleepy skin was all the drive he needed to push himself to make it there even faster, feeling desperate to prolong every moment of today.

The morning passed slowly into the afternoon, and Will was more than okay with that, basking in doing nothing with you that truly meant everything to him, his muscles feeling wonderfully tired from both his run and making love to you so much.

The strong scent of coffee wafted into the room from the kitchen where he had made a pot of it before collapsing back into bed, and he pressed a kiss to your hair, smiling when you hummed in response.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“Hmm, yes please,” you spoke sleepily, turning over slightly so you could see him and smiling as he peppered your bare shoulder with light kisses.

“I guess we should shower and start getting ready, huh?”

“Only if you join me in there,” you grinned, reaching your hand up to stroke his bearded cheek.

“I like that you think you were going to be given a choice,” Will drawled, winking at you as he propped his torso up to start pulling himself out of bed.

“How long do we have before the officiant is set to arrive?” you asked, shifting into his spot that you couldn’t help but rub your naked body on, the sheets impossibly warm from him.

Will grabbed his watch off the bedside table after he stood, his nude form strong and proud in all its glory.

“About three hours.”

“About?” you teased, knowing he rounded the number to keep it simple despite knowing the exact amount of time you had.

He smirked and tilted his head slightly, nodding as he spoke, pretending to be offended in his tone.

“Three hours and seventeen minutes.”

You smiled fondly at him. “Well, that gives us plenty of time, doesn’t it?”

“Depends what you have in mind, sweetheart,” he purred, his eyes heavy with lust as he looked you up and down after you joined him beside the bed.

You hooked your eyebrow as you wrapped your hands around his waist, pulling him close to feel the smoothness of his skin against yours, and peered up at him with a wanton look that matched his.

“I think we should wait until we’re married.”

His stomach pressed into yours as he let out a laugh, his grin making his cheeks press up toward his eyes where every crinkle that you loved to see appeared.

“I think we've already messed that up, haven't we?”

You began walking toward the bathroom, turning to step backwards in order to keep looking at him, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“What happened this morning doesn't count,” you shrugged, trying to hide your excitement as he started to slowly stalk you.

“No?” he questioned, his eyebrows rising on his forehead.

You shook your head exaggeratedly as you reached the bathroom, your arm finding the tap to turn the shower on, and you saw Will leaning against the doorway out of the corner of your eye.

He was behind you now, unable to resist after trying to for a mere few seconds, his large hand splaying over your stomach where he slowly carded it up to your chest, his long fingers teasing your nipples while his mouth grazed against your neck that you angled to the side to expose to him.

“And what about now?”

“Mmm,” you whined, squirming against him as you indulged in his touch, feeling his cock beginning to swell against your bum. “Doesn't count either.”

Will growled against your skin and walked forward to force you both into the shower, shutting the glass door behind him before spinning you around, his lips crashing against yours as the water began to rain down on both your heads.

He grabbed your face, his fingers digging into your jawline slightly to angle your head closer to his while his thumb smoothed your cheek gently, the contrast making you as dizzy as his tongue delving deep into your mouth to twist with yours was.

You moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain when he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing his firm quad up against your sore sex, but despite having been thoroughly fucked multiple times already, you couldn’t resist grinding yourself on him.

It was uncertain if you would even be able to handle another round, the thought of his thick cock stretching you out seeming impossible right now but also something you wouldn’t say no to.

Your hands roamed his wet features, sliding up and down his muscular back and his toned arms until you explored lower, feeling his lower abs twitch to your light touch as you skimmed down through his golden trail of hairs and landed on his cock.

You massaged him slowly and carefully, working his half-hard erection mindfully to coax it to its full potential, the intensity of his kiss growing as you did.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, parting from your lips slightly to look down at you pumping his semi-firm shaft while you humped his leg in languid rolls of your hips.

You looked so good, your eyes closed and features relaxed as you relished in the pleasure you were providing yourself, the water cascading over your breasts and all down your perfect body. Will wanted more than anything than to bury himself deep inside you again, and he growled almost frustratedly that he wasn’t and dove back to your parted, swollen lips as he bucked his hips against your hand.

Everything you were doing felt so good yet was doing nothing to help his cause, his body clearly spent from all the energy he’d output earlier, and after a couple more minutes of indulging in the attempt, Will pulled away from you with a crooked smile.

“Looks like we’ll be waiting until we're married after all,” he huffed, chuckling softly, his head tilting to the side along with a shrug of his shoulder in nonchalance.

You hummed, not disappointed or remotely unsatisfied, admiring his acceptance of his body’s slight betrayal, the way he stood there proud as ever and owning his mortal faults equally as sexy to you as his usual godly prowess.

“That’s more than okay, Will,” you reassured him. “I could use a rest too.”

“It’s not a lack of wanting to,” he laughed again, leaning toward you to rub his nose back and forth on yours.

You smiled against his lips and felt him do the same, his hands sliding up your back to hold you close to him, kissing you softly and tenderly before breaking apart again.

“I love you,” he spoke seriously, looking at you with the same conviction, his hair dark and flat on his head while water poured off his nose.

“I love you, too, Will.”

The crinkles around his eyes made another appearance as he smiled again, his long, blond lashes looking even more so from being saturated with water, and he reached for the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some out in his palm before rubbing it roughly through his hair until it stuck up wildly in the suds.

You grabbed the body wash and worked it between your hands for a few seconds before spreading the lather out over his broad chest, watching his sated smile appear and his eyelids close as he relaxed to your touch, and you knew you could easily let every minute you needed to get ready tick away in favour of this.

In true military fashion, Will had finished getting clean after another minute, and with one last passionate kiss to your lips, opened the shower door and stepped one foot out.

“I’ll leave you to get ready, gorgeous,” he smiled, watching you beam at him. “I’ll meet you at the altar.”

With a wink that made your heart pound furiously in addition to his words making butterflies explode in your stomach, he exited the shower, leaving you to finish your routine and watch as he dried himself off with a towel, your disbelief that you were marrying him in a matter of hours setting in more than it ever had before.

Will exhaled slowly as he looked in the mirror at himself, finishing fastening the buttons on his blue, flannel shirt, and made one last second-guess about his choice in attire for the ceremony only to have your previous reassurances echo in his mind.

“You can wear whatever you want. I love you all the same, whatever you’re in.”

He smiled and swallowed hard, his reflection appearing slightly blurry as he was reminded once again that you loved him so thoroughly and whole-heartedly it was surreal, and puffed out his cheeks in another forced exhale as he steadied himself to go do the one thing he wanted more than anything.

Abandoning his watch and any other accessories in exchange for wanting the ring you would slide on his finger to be the only piece he wore, he glanced one last time at the hands slowly ticking around the face of it and set it back on the dresser.

Eighteen minutes.

Another deep breath, and he picked up the delicate, gold band he couldn’t wait to see shine beside your engagement ring, placing it in the pocket of his shirt and securing it by resting his hand on his chest where it sat over his heart. He let his hand linger there, liking the heaviness of it pressing on his palm and knowing his heart was beating against it, and he hoped every ounce of love he had for you would be transferred into the token for you to always feel.

You were still tucked away in the second bedroom getting ready, and with nothing else left to do but wait, Will walked outside to retrieve the hand-picked bouquet he had set in a glass of water on the deck to keep as a surprise, and placed it on the floor outside your door.

He did another once-over of the display he’d made up in front of the fireplace; a cozy, makeshift bed compiled of multiple blankets and pillows set atop the mattress he pulled off the frame in the bedroom. Candles were set out in what seemed like every available space from the hearth to the tables and all around, and a full stack of freshly chopped wood sat nearby that was ready to burn for the rest of the night.

Satisfied that everything was perfect, he made his way out the door again and began his walk down the flagstone path toward the lake, the crisp air feeling welcome on his heated face.

The officiant was already there waiting, much to Will’s appreciation, and he gave the man a smile and wave as he approached, and shook his hand gratefully when he met him on the shoreline.

“It’s nice to meet you, Will,” he offered. “Are you all set?”

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Will smiled as he nodded enthusiastically.

“And you’ll still be exchanging your own vows in private?”

“That’s right.”

“Wonderful. Short and sweet then?” he confirmed, looking at Will over the rim of his glasses as he opened his book of notes.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

Will stood straight with his hands clasped behind his back, then moved them forward where he rested one on his belt and let the other hang idly at his side, only to start fidgeting again in his impatience and lifted his right hand up to double check the ring was still in his breast pocket.

He knew the officiant could sense his nerves, but kept quiet which Will was grateful for, and after another minute and right on time, he could see you making your way down the stairs from the deck through the trees.

Breathe, Will told himself, seeing you come into full view in a simple, yet stunning white gown with the flowers he’d picked for you clasped in your hand, your smile capturing his attention more than anything else.

Unable to wait or stop himself, Will’s feet seemed to move on their own, walking in confident strides until they brought him to meet you halfway.

“Hi,” you whispered, looking at him with a gleam in your eyes.

“Hey,” he returned, feeling his cheeks hurting from how big he was smiling. “You look…” he paused, exhaling in awe, “so incredibly stunning.”

“Thank you. And thank you for these,” you said softly, your eyes full of gratitude for his sweet gesture as you held your bouquet up a bit higher. “They’re so beautiful, Will. This was the best surprise.”

If it was even possible, he smiled even bigger and nodded. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Before Will could say anything else, he caught the slight shiver you made, his joy switching quickly to concern, reaching up to smooth his hand over your bare upper arm that was littered in goosebumps.

“You’re going to freeze,” he warned, registering that if he was feeling the nip in the air now that the sun was beginning to set, you would be feeling it tenfold.

You shook your head, still beaming at him. “I’ll be fine, I swear. I can’t feel much right now, I’m too excited.”

He chuckled when you let out a small laugh and took your hand in his, tilting his head in the direction of where the officiant stood waiting for you.

“Well, let’s go get married then.”

“And Will, do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish from this day forward?”

Will smiled, the wet settling in the corners of his eyes seeping out when he did.

“I do.”

You slid the black, tungsten ring onto his finger, thankful that you had said those two words first now that you were doing your best to choke back a sob, a couple of rogue tears falling down your cheeks in streams.

Now that both of your rings were fixed on your left hands, Will gripped your hands securely in his, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles as he held your gaze, listening to the final words that officially deemed you husband and wife.

“Is there anything either of you would like to add before you go off to share your vows privately?”

Will cocked his head slightly, his smile tugging up the corners of his lips.

“All-in, sweetheart!” he spoke through his grin.

Your laugh puffed out with your breath, and you squeezed his hand as you nodded in agreement.

“All-in!”

The officiant smiled warmly and continued on, “In respect of keeping this short and to the point, it is my honour to formally announce you as husband and wife! Will, you may now kiss your bride.”

Both of your smiles grew even larger as you met for your kiss, breathing each other in as you melted into the moment you didn't realize you had waited your whole life for.

You were now on your own as the officiant left you where you stood, savouring your first moments of being a wedded couple, the only other person witness to your union the photographer who was discreetly off to the side capturing the moment; a gift insisted upon by Benny and Jess who knew as much as you wanted an intimate wedding, you would be grateful for photos of it to look back on.

“Can you believe this?” you beamed, smiling up at Will and awestruck for yet another time since knowing him at how the blue of his shirt and the sky could never match that of his eyes.

He shook his head slowly, his smile growing more with his movement. “No,” he laughed, leaning toward you to rest his forehead on yours.

“This has to be a dream,” he whispered.

You hummed, “I promise you it’s real, Will.”

A soft chuckle came off his breath, and you took a slow, deep breath of your own as you lingered there, eventually parting to make your way back to the cabin as the sun had now dropped behind the trees that belted the lake.

With your dress shed and left on the back of one of the kitchen chairs, you carefully walked over into the living room, wanting to be as stealthy as possible in order to not disturb the scene before you.

Will was kneeling before the hearth, expertly adding logs to the existing fire, stoking it meticulously with the same laser-sharp focus he had whenever he did anything.

His shirt was unbuttoned and hung open, giving you glimpses of his bare chest and toned stomach whenever his arm moved, and your heart swelled at how the firelight danced on his features and highlighted all the parts of him you could never tire of staring at. Long, blond eyelashes blinked like they were strung with lights of their own, the perfect profile of his nose casting a shadow onto his cheeks where a permanent line sat beside his mouth, the light emphasizing the plush of his lips and making the fairest hairs on his goatee and beard appear almost white.

Never missing a thing, you saw the corner of his mouth turn up, giving you a sideways glance to acknowledge your presence as he sensed you watching.

He stood and turned to you, his flaming-blue eyes looking your naked form up and down with so much love you couldn’t dare feel shy or exposed.

A knowing smile dressed his lips as he began to undress himself, ridding his open shirt and then jeans quickly until he stood in only his boxers which he slowly peeled down his long legs, the sight making your mouth water and heart swell.

His left hand extended out to call you over, and you didn’t miss the significance of it being the hand that held his ring, the black contrasting boldly on his pale skin.

You took his hand and let him pull you into him, his other landing on the small of your back so your body automatically arched toward him more, and the closeness of him and the heat from the fire on your bare skin made your eyes close.

His lips pressed against your forehead and then rested there, the gentle sound of his heart thrumming in his chest reverberating in your ear that lay beside it, and knowing you had the rest of your lives to enjoy small moments like this made you smile, feeling purely happy and content.

After another moment of standing still with each other aside from Will’s hand soothingly running up and down your back, he spoke softly into your hair.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, peeling your cheek off of his warm chest to meet his eyes.

He made his way to the floor, sitting amongst the blankets and pillows that would be your bed for the night, looking up at you as you followed, his eyes locked with yours as he helped guide you onto his lap.

Will met your cheek with his lips, moving over to the other, then landed a kiss onto the tip of your nose before brushing them over your lips, rubbing his nose back and forth against yours.

Your kisses started off slow and careful, warming up to each other as if there was such a thing, indulging in each second that felt like a blissful eternity to build up to the moment you had both been waiting for.

You sighed into his mouth, feeling his cock grow rigid beneath you, pressing up against your bare sex that ached to have him penetrate and fill you.

Will increased the pressure of his mouth on yours when you ground on his length, breathing into you as his hands traveled down from their place on your back to your bum, helping to lift you up so you were able to take him inside you.

Sinking down on his thick girth, your body molding to fit him, you accepted every inch of him gratefully, your brows knitting together as his mouth swallowed your small cry, your fingers gripping into his shoulders until you were fully seated on him.

Parting your lips from each other, you let your foreheads rest together, breathing deeply as one as your fingers relaxed on his flesh and you felt his tenderly ghost over your hips and up your back again.

“Do you want to go first?” he asked, his voice quiet, but sturdy.

You nodded, swallowing the lump that was growing in your throat, praying you could get through all of what you had practiced in your head over and over again without breaking.

You breathed out slowly and opened your eyes, seeing him smiling sweetly at you, his hand coming up to sweep a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he urged, his comfort instantly spreading through you and giving you strength.

You did, drawing in a deep inhale and blowing it out slowly, and with your next breath, you started your vows.

“It was a dream to think I could ever be loved like this. Every day with you feels like one, and I pray I never wake up to find it isn’t real.”

You took another deep breath, your fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, returning the soft smile he was giving you.

“I didn’t know love until I knew you. You make me whole. My missing piece.”

You blinked quickly, trying to fight the tears that were quickly accumulating.

“You have my whole heart forever, Will, and whatever you have to face, I will always be here to face it with you. I love you.”

You traced the line around his mouth as he smiled, matching it with your own, feeling so full of love and hope, your connection stronger than ever.

Will kissed you, stealing your next breath, and you felt the tears you had been holding back run down your cheeks. You moaned into him when he flexed inside you, the grip you had on the side of his face tightening as you pulled yourself even closer to him, but forced yourself to break your kiss out of fear you soon wouldn’t be able to stop.

Will smiled at you, his thumb brushing a streak of wet away from your flushed skin, and his eyes reflected all the love and kindness in his heart as they danced over your features.

He inhaled slowly, his chest filling up before letting it go, his expression turning serious as he looked down between your joined bodies and back up to you.

“I was drowning, suffocating,” he began, his tone strong, but reticent. “You taught me how to breathe again, helped me find who I am after being lost for so long.”

He grabbed your hand and held it in his, his thumb moving back and forth over the ring he’d slid on your finger earlier as if it was reminding him to be brave as he spoke.

“You are my home,” he continued, his voice starting to betray him, but he maintained eye contact even through the tears that started to well up in them. “The light in my darkness, the air that fills my lungs when I can't find it on my own. I have more love for you in my heart than I know what to do with, and I will love you as fiercely as I can for the rest of our lives.”

He paused for a moment, taking the opportunity to kiss you again, desperate and haste, his hand clutching the side of your face with as much conviction as his words.

Breaking the seal of your lips, he searched your eyes with his, his honesty and truth showing in the bright blue of them as he continued.

“You’re someone I knew I needed but never thought I would find, and I will spend my entire life trying to deserve you. I love you completely and with everything that I am, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Will.”

A small laugh blew out of his mouth when he smiled, a mix of relief and utter joy contrasting with the tears that made his eyes sparkle, all of the emotions he was experiencing exposed to you without shame.

His hands smoothed up your back as he buried his face in your neck, kissing you and breathing you in, every caress and touch full of intent to display how much he loved you and an attempt to get even closer to you.

Your fingers raked through his hair, your chin resting on his head, closing your eyes to focus on the feel of him against you as your bodies slowly began to move.

The heat from the fire berated the side of you that faced it, your hands able to easily glide across Will’s form already, his warm muscles flexing under your palms as he thrusted slowly up into you.

His lips seemed to write poems on your skin, smearing kisses that ranged from gentle to firm, careful to sloppy, all in a way of saying ‘I love you’ without speaking the words.

His hands followed the sway of your body, gripping your flesh and mimicking each ebb and flow as you rolled against him, losing yourselves in pleasure with every second that passed all while finding yourselves falling even more in love.

The more you rocked against him the more you found yourself desperate for him, needing him in a way you never had before, your hands moving to hold either side of his face to turn his head out of your neck, kissing him with fervor.

Your fingers gripped the scruffy hairs that covered his cheeks, breathing him in so forcefully as your tongues wove together, feeling as if you could never get enough of him or air or anything else vital to your existence.

A broken moan exchanged from your mouth to his as the coarse hairs on his lower belly struck the perfect spot on your clit, making you clench around him tightly, prompting him to drive up into you a little harder to help you find your climax.

It felt like your soul was leaving your body, your orgasm blissful and intense and drawn out perfectly by your husband working with you to have you experience it for as long as possible, your lips still locked together where he swallowed your cries, his hands holding you down against him so not to have you shy away from any of it.

When Will felt you relax and slow your actions, he immediately laid you down, one arm wrapped around your back to gently bring you back into the blankets, his other braced on the floor to support himself overtop of you, only slipping from you briefly. You gasped when he pushed back in, your folds tingly and your walls squeezing around his girth again, your body jolting when his body ground against your sensitive clit.

He smoothed his hand over your forehead, looking down at you to check that you were okay, you angling your head up to kiss him the only answer he needed to continue.

His thrusts were long and deep, powerful and deliberate, driving into you again and again until he felt himself growing closer to his end with each one.

Your bodies slid against each other blissfully, your sweat-coated skin warm and melding into each other even more, your moans growing as Will’s began to echo louder and reverberate through you.

His hand slipped under your thigh and lifted it higher on his hip, reaching a different angle where he was able to fuck you deeper while still keeping his slow, meticulous pace, a low growl coming off his tongue as he relished in the new sensation.

You met his movements naturally, the languid roll of your hips taking him as far inside you as you could, the tempo of your motion one with his, your hand skimming up and down his back until he began to ram harder into you, your fingers grabbing a handful of the thick flesh on his ass in response.

You let go of all control, knowing he would be following you as you succumbed for a second time, your head digging back into the pillows under your head while his mouth trailed lazily from yours and across your jawline until he found your neck, sucking and grazing his teeth along your pulse as he allowed your body to drag him with you to a point of no return.

He growled against your damp skin as he stuttered into you, his rhythm breaking and faltering, but his power only increased, pumping his leaking cock in and out of you until your cries filled the air and he swelled and emptied his load deep in your walls.

Will never stopped even after he had finished, continuing to thrust into you until his cum was spilling from your stretched hole, his lips finding yours again where he kissed you tenderly and carefully.

He eventually stilled, each movement slower than the one before, his only focus now on kissing you and winding down as you both regulated your breathing and relished in the afterglow of your love.

Your eyes opened when you felt his lips leave yours, hovering just over them, and you smiled in seeing an almost inebriated one dressing his plump, kiss-bruised lips.

Will nudged his nose against yours, rubbing it back and forth a couple of times before capturing you in another kiss, his hands slipping under your body to hold you closer to him as he let his weight relax onto you.

The bed beside the fireplace had become your preferred space to occupy since you first rested there to exchange your vows, not having left it for hours and happy to be completely ignorant to the time that was passing, the knowledge of seconds and minutes that grew into more significant numbers no longer a construct you were abiding to.

You assumed it was sometime in the afternoon now, the rainstorm that had blown in overnight blocking the sun from giving any light, the gloomy, grey skies feeling almost welcoming and like they were supporting your decision to hide away together without guilt and excusing you from paying attention to anything outside the cabin.

The view of the wide windows that faced the lake was perfect from your spot on Will’s chest, but a thick blanket of fog disguised the water and rain was streaking down the glass in heavy streams that was becoming mesmerizing to look at, and despite the picturesque scenery being hidden from you, it was still something you wanted to commit to memory.

It was quiet aside from the intermittent crackle of the fire, able to hear the haunting call of the loons that waded in the cool water even through the tapping of the rain on the roof, and Will’s steady breathing and constant heartbeat filled the silent moments between.

Continuing to choose sex and sleep over little else, you had left your bed only briefly to make breakfast together that you ate for dinner, your growling bellies and need for energy forcing you to finally eat, knowing it would only allow you to return to your activities with more hunger than ever.

You sauntered out from the bathroom, the steam from the shower trailing behind you as the heat clung to your skin, smiling at Will as you watched him in the kitchen searching through different cupboards until he found the glasses he was looking for.

His towel hung low on his hips, showcasing the dimples that decorated his lower back, the way his muscles flexed so marvelling even while making the simplest movements.

He glanced over his shoulder at you with a grin of his own, having sensed your stare, and opened the fridge where he retrieved a bottle of champagne.

“I almost forgot about this,” he explained, setting it on the counter where he began to peel off the foil and twist open the cage that encased the cork. “It’s a gift from Pope.”

“Well that’s awfully generous of him,” you chirped, knowing it would be one of the most expensive bottles available and taste divine, but your mouth was watering more at the sight of the towel lingering at the connection of Will’s legs to his torso, the deeply accentuated cuts on his hips drawing your eye where it tapered to the part of him you seemed unable to get enough of.

The pop of the cork releasing from the bottle brought you out of your thoughts, and you walked around the island to meet your husband where he handed you a glass after filling them, and clinked his own against it.

“Cheers, Mrs. Miller,” he purred, choosing to lean in and kiss you rather than take a drink.

Promising to keep your hands off each other long enough to put some clothes on, make and eat a proper meal, and clean up after was proving more difficult than you thought.

Music was playing softly as you both worked at your respective tasks, feeling completely content with the silence that filled the kitchen between random comments and small conversations, Will taking occasional sips of a beer while you enjoyed a glass of wine.

You wondered if this ‘newlywed’ stage of being insatiable would last for years through your marriage, and smiled to yourself that there was no doubt it would as that excited feeling that had been there since the start burst and fluttered in your stomach every time Will stepped near you.

“What?” he smirked, having caught the expression on your face when he passed you.

“Nothing,” you lied, giggling as you did your best to keep chopping the mushrooms for the pasta you were making.

His eyebrow raised as he silently called your bullshit and stirred the garlic and onions that were simmering in the pan, and you loved and cursed all at the same time that he was always able to read you like a book.

“You can toss those in any time,” he muttered, his voice low as he stood behind you, close enough you could feel the heat of his body but far enough that he remained untouching, his self-control always outshining yours.

You let your hands pause in their duty, resting the knife on the cutting board as you closed your eyes when Will’s fingers lightly skimmed up your arm, his mouth landing on your shoulder.

“Okay,” you answered in a whisper, finding your voice and reopening your eyes when you felt him retreat from you.

Finishing slicing the last of the mushrooms, you turned and swept them off the wood board with your hand into the frying pan, watching them meld into the other ingredients as Will stirred it around with a spoon.

“Are you willing to sacrifice some of your wine to go in this?” he asked, a crooked smirk on his lips when you glanced at him.

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “If I have to!”

He chuckled and reached for the bottle that sat on the island, the loud sizzle of it hitting the hot pan alluring before simmering out after a couple seconds.

“God, it smells so good already,” you complimented, your stomach rumbling when you leaned closer to the pan and breathed it in.

Will smiled in response, continuing to stir before he tapped the spoon on the side of the pan and moved to the fridge.

“What else needs to be done?” you asked.

He returned to you, setting down a bunch of fresh parsley and a carton of cream, tilting his head as he looked you up and down.

“Parsley needs to be chopped, the cheese needs to be grated, cream needs to be added…” he listed off slowly, stepping closer to you with each word until he loomed over you.

Instead of touching him, you let your fingers dance along your own skin, knowing not to trust them otherwise, your hand rubbing the side of your neck and then falling to your chest.

Your breath hitched in your throat when Will’s fingers landed on you, tracing the same path down your neck that yours had, and finally meeting your hand where he rubbed his index finger back and forth along the back of it.

“You’re breaking the rules,” you uttered, your voice lusty.

“Yeah, well, they’re my rules to break.”

You laughed through a weak smile. “We’re gonna starve at this rate.”

Will let out a low growl as he exhaled deeply, his jaw clenching as he mustered more restraint.

“I’ll be good, I promise.”

By some miracle you both stayed true to your word and made it through dinner and the clean-up with little distraction and were finally back beside the fire.

You sat with your back against the sofa with Will between your legs, your hands idly playing in his hair, his muscles relaxed but his breathing starting to grow ragged.

He was still wearing his track pants that he had put on earlier, but nothing else, and his pale skin was starting to blush from the heat of the fire and your touch, and even though he was facing away from you, you knew the pleasured expression that dressed his features.

You let your fingers dig a little harder into his scalp, bringing out a low groan from him, the noise going straight to your core and making a wave of heat flush through you despite only wearing one of his t-shirts and your panties.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you cooed, continuing to massage his head with the same pressure.

“Fuck…yeah…” he moaned, his chest rising and falling with deeper breaths, shifting slightly against you where you noticed his cock flinch between his legs through the thin material.

You kissed his hair, your hands travelling down onto his chest where you slowly carded them over his flesh, alternating between gentle squeezes and drawing feather-light patterns with your fingertips, writing invisible love notes on him.

He captured your left hand in his as it lingered over his heart, his fingers toying with your rings that glimmered in the orange light from the flames, the sight of them on your hand still something that made your heart flip in your chest.

Your hand slipped from his as your other continued to scratch through his hair, the sensation making him give up any control and simply submit to feeling this relaxed, and his moans started up again when both of your hands returned to his head to work their magic.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips when you saw how hard he was from this alone, and although you had no intentions to stop anytime soon, this gave you every reason to keep going and send your husband into bliss.

Arousal shot through you like electricity when you watched Will paw at his cock through his pants before lifting his hips enough to pull the waist down his thighs, his dick springing out before he took it in his hand and languidly stroked it.

You didn’t stop touching him, continuously weaving your fingers through his hair, tugging at it and lightly scratching at his scalp, listening to his heaving breaths while your eyes were fixed on him steadily jerking himself off.

He lazily pumped up and down, the head of his cock engorged and starting to leak, and you wanted nothing more than to take him in your mouth or sink down onto it, feeling him inside you in some way, but this wasn’t about you.

“That’s it, Will, keep going,” you encouraged, your words breathy and full of arousal.

The opposing look of his black ring against his ivory skin made your belly swoop, and you wondered if the feel of it moving up and down against his veiny flesh added to the addicting sensation. It was almost possessive, the sight of your token adorning his long finger that was wrapped around his cock that filled you up every day making your cunt ache unbearably, and you found you couldn't stop praising him.

“You look so good, Will,” you uttered, so much blood rushing in your head you barely heard yourself. “I love watching you like this...”

You heard him blow air out of his mouth with the puff of his cheeks, giving a simple and quick nod while he continued to jerk himself off, and the longer you watched the scene in front of you unfold, the more enthralled you became.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, your curiosity spiking.

A curt laugh huffed out as an answer, quickly followed by a moan as you raked your nails a little harder through his hair.

“Hmm?” you nudged. “Are you thinking about being buried in my wet pussy? Fucking me hard and deep until I'm screaming?”

“Fuck,” he hissed, his head leaning back against your shoulder while the motion of his hand worked faster.

You leaned closer to him, capturing the lobe of his ear in your teeth, your breath teasing his sweaty skin to make him groan.

“You're close aren't you, baby? Gonna make a mess all over yourself thinking about my tight cunt…”

His head shook up and down once, unable to form anything that resembled a spoken ‘yes’, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he squirmed against you.

Having you talk him through it seemed to put him further into the grips of euphoria, his moans interchanging with whimpers and whiny curses, his movements erratic as he grew closer to falling apart completely.

“Fuck…come here, sweetheart,” he panted. “I need inside you–Fuck! I need to fill you up.”

He sat up slightly to allow you to move out from behind him, still touching himself as vigorously as possible without any lube, his free hand landing on your hip to guide you onto his lap while his other stilled on his cock and steadied it for you to sit on.

“Come on. Hurry,” he warned.

You pulled your panties to the side as much as you could, the desperation of knowing he was seconds away from blowing his load making you shiver, not wanting to waste any time in being used.

Your hands automatically returned to his hair as you lined up to him, encasing him fully as he forced you down on his length, not giving you any time to adjust before he rutted up into you and immediately started to cum.

His open mouth smeared against your shoulder, wetting the cotton of his shirt that covered you, his hands desperately clawing at your back as he spasmed and stuttered until you were full of his hot, thick release.

Unbridled grunts rumbled against you, the muscles in his back and shoulders tight as you let your hands fall from his hair, your hips still moving on him to help him live out every second of his climax.

“Jesus Christ,” he said through a smile, looking at you in utter amazement, a soft chuckle stumbling off his lips.

His eyes were bright, full of a rare sort of levity that made the blue of his irises even more striking, the sight of him like this making your heart do somersaults in your chest.

“That good, huh?” you giggled, cupping his scruffy cheeks as you continued to admire him.

He nodded and hummed before planting his lips on yours, kissing you with enough gratitude that a voiced ‘thank you’ could never convey.

His hands were all over you, rubbing up your sides and around to your back, the friction from his palms making your shirt shift upward until he was actively lifting it over your head.

You instinctively moved closer into him once you were bare, the feel of his skin against yours warmer and more welcoming than the heat from the fire beside you, both of you smiling at each other for a moment before he kissed you again.

Having more of you exposed to him, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, taking advantage of being able to taste more parts of you, his fingers dancing all over your skin gently and lovingly.

“I love you so damn much,” he murmured, his mouth barely leaving you. His head shook slightly when he spoke, the stress in the tone of his words indicating just how badly he needed you to believe it, and you found it funny to think you knew exactly how much he did without him even having to say it.

You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there, smiling against it as you inhaled deeply and let your fingers play with the hair at the base of his neck.

“I love you too, Will.”

A low groan resounded against your chest as his cock slipped out of you, but Will wasted no time in grabbing your hips to adjust your position on him, sitting you slightly higher so you were pressed against his lower abs.

You whined, the sensation of his cum spilling out of you to soak your panties making you squirm, testing to see if it felt just as good as you thought it would.

Grinding your hips, Will continued to guide you with his hands, holding you firmly on him until you found a rhythm that already was making you see stars.

Your thong was still shifted to the side, the friction on your clit coming from rubbing against his pubes and your underwear being wedged between your lips, his cum the best lubricant you could imagine and allowing you to glide easily against him as it pooled and leaked from your cunt.

Your eyes closed as you continued to ride him, your head falling back in ecstasy when you felt his mouth cover your breast, wetting your stiff nipple and rolling it with his tongue.

He released it and took hold of it with his fingers instead, glaring at you with equal ardor and hunger.

“Your turn, sweetheart,” he encouraged roughly, the amusement in his words making you tingle from head to toe.

All sense of time was lost since being at the cabin, the freedom and carelessness so foreign but so welcome to Will.

No restraints or agenda to follow, free from the prison of his own mind that constantly kept count of all the things he refused to let go of, his burdens set to the side where he was allowed to simply be.

He ran his hand over his hair to try to get some of the water out of it, then wiped his palm down his face to do the same, and reached for a towel hanging on the back of the door that he wrapped around his waist.

The bathroom window faced the lake, the fresh breeze mixing in with the steam from the shower, and Will swore every time he looked at this view that it was one he would never tire of.

It wasn’t the first time he considered extending your stay here, the possibility growing more and more probable as each day went on, neither of you wanting to give up on this honeymoon bliss just yet, and right now the urge to never go back home was stronger than ever.

A bit of anxiety bubbled in his stomach, thinking of making the choice between retiring or continuing on as a Captain, the uncertainty and unsteadiness and thought of dealing with it all when he got home making him want to avoid it and hide away here even more.

But facing these things felt different now.

In all the times he tried to ground himself, find something good to focus on while in the throes of hell and always came up short, he now had you.

You were his person. His reason. His purpose. Everything good to hold onto when the things he did came back to haunt him.

Will took a deep breath, pausing in his racing thoughts, feeling such an overwhelming sense of joy that he had to focus and count each one in, and each one out.

He walked through the cabin, eyeing the mess of blankets you had just crawled out of not long ago and the glow of coals still burning hot in the hearth, his hand resting on the fold of material that kept the towel hanging low on his hips.

A smile tugged at his lips, still unable to believe this was his life and you were his to love forever.

Another breath in.

One, two, three.

His eyes immediately found you, seeing you standing on the deck in nothing but his blue, flannel shirt looking out on the lake, lost in your own world.

You were his peace. His calm. Every intake of air that filled his lungs and kept him going.

Because of you he could breathe.

Leaning against the open patio door, Will crossed his arms over his bare chest, taking a minute to admire you as you stood undisturbed.

You were the view he needed every day, these beautiful surroundings pale in comparison, his smile growing so big it hurt his cheeks while the swell of his heart felt like it would burst through the cage that kept it in his chest.

Having sensed him, you turned to face him, your beaming smile a greeting he needed to witness every day of his life.

He tilted his chin upward in a nod, pushing off the doorframe with his shoulder as you walked toward him, the happiness and serenity that filled him clear in his voice.

“There's my beautiful wife.”