The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

“We stopped pretending long ago, Raven, and you know it.”
She looks into my eyes, and my beautiful, strong wife… looks broken. “Did we?” she asks. “Or
are we just fooling ourselves? Even my mother is trying to push you two back together, and it’s
exhausting, Ares.”
She tears her gaze away and pushes against my chest, but there’s no way I’m letting her go. Not
now. Not like this.
“Just now, Hannah mentioned this would be the first time in years that the three of us would be
spending the night in the same house, didn’t she? Do you know why that is, Ares?”
I shake my head, unable to tear my eyes off her. My heart is racing, and a deep sense of dread fills
me. Even though I’ve got her in my arms, it feels like I’m losing her.
She looks into my eyes as a tear runs down her cheek, and I catch it with my thumb. “It’s because I
could hear you two,” she whispers. “That wall my bed is pushed up against? Hannah’s bed is on the
other side of that wall. Every single time you stayed over, I could hear you two. I could hear her
moaning your name. I could hear how badly you wanted her, how loving you were with her.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“I thought I was over it, you know? But the memories still plague me. It still hurts, Ares. I thought
I’d be able to deal with the pain, but seeing you with her today? I…”
She pushes against my chest again, and I tighten my grip on her hair, tilting her face toward mine
as I lower my lips to hers. Raven inhales shakily as my lips brush against hers, and I kiss her tenderly,
slowly, taking my time with her, reassuring her in the only way I know how to.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and I pull her flush against me as I deepen our kiss, my tongue
brushing over her lips in a demand for more. She opens up for me, and I take my time teasing my wife,
proving to her she’s the only one I want.
The distant sound of a door closing makes her pull away, the passion I’d lit in her dousing as she
takes a step away from me, her gaze wandering to the wall by her bed. I suppose Hannah just walked
into her bedroom, but I won’t let that deter me. The ferocity with which I want to reassure my wife
startles even me. I’m not even remotely concerned about Hannah — Raven is all I can think about.
“No,” I tell her as I pull her back to me, my forehead dropping to hers. “I’m not letting you go. I’m
sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t erase those memories, but I swear to you that they don’t
matter as much as the present, and if you let me, I’ll try to overwrite them, okay? Isn’t that what I
promised you in the car? Fuck the past, Cupcake. All I care about is you and me, here and now.”
She pulls away a little to look into my eyes, her gaze searching. She’s looks at me with such
strong doubts, and all I want to do is take them away.
I smile at her as I pull on her towel, letting it fall to the floor before I take a step closer to her.
Raven watches me with wide eyes as she walks backwards until the back of her legs hit her bed. I
smirk as I push against her shoulder, and she falls onto the bed, her eyes on me.
“Ares,” she whispers, her tone admonishing.
I smirk as I let my own towel drop to the floor and grab my cock, pumping up and down. “Just
looking at you has me hard, baby. You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
I place my knee between her thighs and lean in as I lift her leg to my lips, placing a soft kiss on
her skin. Raven gasps, and the sound is so fucking sweet.
I leave a trail of kisses on the inside of her thigh and inhale deeply as I reach her pussy. “You
smell like fucking cupcakes.”
She chuckles, and it’s the first real laugh I’ve heard all night. “It’s the soap I use.”
I look at her and press a kiss right on top of her pussy, loving the way she bites down on her lip.