Disclaimer: This is an interpretation of copyrighted original material. The original characters and text from; 'Bared to You', 'Reflected in You', 'Entwined with You' and excerpts from 'Captivated by You' are owned by Sylvia Day. The original content, ideas, characters and intellectual property of this story are owned by Ally Kingston, as of June 2014. Reference to real persons, characters, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rated M for adult language and adult situations.
Introductory Note:
Initially, I wrote this first chapter as a one-shot, titled 'Gideon Cross: Belong to You', published on June 8th, to capture a special moment between Gideon and Eva that I wished had happened in 'Entwined with You'.
However, after receiving really great reviews and messages of encouragement for my fanfic to continue, I've decided to turn my one-shot into a multi-chaptered fanfic and write my version of how Gideon and Eva's relationship is progressing from the events that have taken place in 'Entwined with You'.
In addition, I'm hoping that this undertaking will help alleviate my obsession for Gideon & Eva's story [or should I say Obsessive Cross Disorder] and as a diversion from waiting for the publication of 'Captivated by You'.
As such, the fanfic that you are about to read will be written predominately from Gideon's POV, so you'll be able to get an insight into how he is adapting to his new life and how he is dealing with his issues of jealousy, possessiveness, and insecurities in relation to Eva. It will address the challenges that lie ahead for Gideon and Eva and capture the special moments in their marriage.
Thank you for reading, Ally K.
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CHAPTER 1
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WHAT THE FUCK is this prick rambling on about? He must see that I'm not interested, but it doesn't shut him up. We're at a charity fundraiser for fuck sake and this prick decides to broach me with his pitch for a marketing campaign relating to a small chain of day spas that I recently acquired here in Manhattan.
I'm always astounded by the measures people will go to, to get my attention whether it be for a business proposal or a personal proposition and in this instance, the rambling prick has decided to attend a $12,000-a-plate charity fundraiser in the hopes of gaining an audience with me.
I nod my head every now and then to him but never registering a word he is saying. I am distracted searching for Eva amongst this evenings' guests. She has been ushered away by a crowd of admiring women, who want to acquaint themselves with the future Mrs. Cross or so they think.
As I quickly canvas the room, I spot her, my beautiful wife only a few yards away from me. My angel, standing poised amongst a small group of women exchanging pleasantries. I smile to myself when I see her, the sudden rush of desire soothing the agitation I felt whenever I am separated from her, no matter how short the distance or how brief the moment.
I take a second to enjoy the sight of her from behind; her golden mane pinned up, her skin—radiant, her narrow waist and shapely derriere create a perfect hourglass physique—built to take a man to his knees—and I know well the pleasures that her tight little body can elicit. I felt my cock thickening.
Fuck!
As I expand my peripheral vision, I noticed at least half-a-dozen men also admiring my wife's beauty. One prick is making no secret of his admiration for her, his eyes widen as they glide hungrily over her body, his cheeks flushed, clearly aroused by the sight of her. However, as she turns her head in his direction his eyes do more than widen they nearly fallout of his head. He then suddenly makes to move towards her, wrong fucking move asshole.
"Mr. Cross . . . Mr. Cross, I think Winston Lowe and Maine are just the advertising firm that could take…"
Turning my head back to the Winston Lowe prick, I see his mouth moving and catch a few words, but nothing he is saying is filtering through. "Yeah, thanks but I've got my own in-house marketing team working on that project". Abruptly cutting him off, I stride towards Eva ignoring all attempts from the people lining my path who are trying to engage my attention.
I make my way over to Eva before the prick has a chance to come any closer to her. I place my hand on the small of her back and position myself between her and the pricks' line-of-sight, turning my head in his direction, I issue a threatening glare as a warning to him to fuck-off and wisely he heeds the warning and strides pass Eva without a second glance.
Holding in a growl, I wrapped my arm around Eva's waist and pulled her closer to me, placing a gentle kiss on her temple and whispered, "Even from behind you look beautiful and very fuckable." I could hear her gasp audibly as I pulled my face away from her ear, grinning and feeling triumphant at the thought that I have her exactly where I want her, in my arms and thinking about me—fucking her.
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DINNER is called to service and we are seated amongst the affluent crowd of New York's finest. While Eva and I engage in polite conversation with the guests at our table, I place my hand on her thigh beneath the table, my fingers lightly caressing her tender flesh. I could hear Eva's breathing hitch and feel her wriggling beneath my hand.
Leaning into Eva's ear. I whispered, "Sit still, angel."
"Stop it," she whispered back.
"Keep wriggling and I'll put my fingers inside you," I teased.
"You wouldn't dare," she gasped, her eyes widening.
"Try me and see, angel," I challenged on a raised eyebrow.
Leaning back, Eva studies my face, probably trying to determine if I would follow through on my challenging threat. Oh, you have no idea, angel. As I am about to…
"Excuse me Sir, your entrée is served." Who the fuck?
Eva gets a reprieve from my questing fingers when a waiter carrying our entrées interrupts our exchange. As I remove my hand out from under the table to allow the waiter to place our first course down, I see a smirk stretch across his face. Yes, I was fondling my wife now fuck-off.
Glancing over at Eva, I see a pink hue appear on her beautiful face. Is she embarrassed or is she aroused?
When dessert is served, I sit back and watch Eva savour every bite of her chocolate ganache tarté. Passing on the decadent dessert, I settle on a glass of Pinot Noir savouring the taste of the fine wine, which is being served this evening. Hmm, savouring the taste...
Leaning in close to Eva's ear I whispered, "I can't wait to savour the taste of your arousal when I have you for dessert." Watching for her reaction, I stare at her captivatingly beautiful face, running my eyes over every perfect square inch of her features. In particular, her lips, I've tasted those lips many times and still want more, I've felt those lips on me and I still can't get enough.
Desperate to touch her again, I drape my arm over the back of her chair, gently I begin to massage the tender flesh of her shoulder with my fingers.
Eva turns her head and looks up at me through her beautiful gray eyes. "I love you, ace," she whispered and places a soft kiss on my lips, I felt my heart thud hard inside my chest.
Before registering it, I felt a very familiar hand gently resting on my upper thigh and moving towards my crotch. I'm aroused and nervous at the same time. I wouldn't put it past Eva to give me a hand-job under the table. I groaned as I pulled away from her soft dewy lips. Holding in my breath, I tried to relax into her touch but fail miserably. I felt my cock thickening and twitching.
As I pulled my face away from hers, I saw a knowing sparkle in her eyes and a sly grin stretch across her lips. The little vixen—She is going to be feeling me for days once I get inside her.
My legs jerk suddenly as her fingers start to stroke my thickening cock. I immediately place my glass of wine down on the table and place my now free hand on top of hers, halting her from going any further.
I pulled her hand up to my mouth and placed a kiss in the centre of her palm, return a knowing look as I hold her hand in mine above the table.
"You want me, right here, angel," I teased.
"Y-yes," she replied on a low alluring voice.
Damn, she's turned the tables on me.
Quickly I pulled out my smartphone to call Raúl to bring the limousine around, as I waited for the call to connect I mouthed to Eva, 'Leaving, now.' I need to be inside my wife!
Abruptly pushing back from the table, I rose to my feet and waited for Eva to follow. I offered my hand to help her to her feet and made our excuses to leave.
As Eva and I made our way out of the reception hall, I catch a few men watching her as she moved across the room. More pricks and assholes coveting her, I bristled at that thought—if I wasn't so desperate to be inside my wife, I would have issued a threatening glare at every one of them. Instead, I led Eva out to our waiting limousine.
Hastily, Eva and I entered the vehicle. She slid across the bench seat to the opposite side and adjusted her gown. I settled beside her and Raúl shuts the door. I shrug out of my jacket and loosen my bow and a few top buttons of my dress shirt.
"Eva." I hit the button for the privacy glass to slide up before I leaned over and kissed her mouth fiercely.
"Take off your panties and sit straddling me," I said hoarsely against her dewy lips.
Leaning back into the seat, I unbuckle my pants and I lift my hips so I could slide my pants' and boxers' down enough to allow my rigid cock to spring free—jetting upwards my cock looks painfully swollen.
Eva's eyes widen at the sight of my virility, her mouth forming a perfect 'O'.
"Don't worry angel, I'll take care of you first," I said assuring her.
With shaky legs Eva slowly moves to straddle my lap, impatient, I grabbed her waist and pulled her down closer to me, with my free hand I reached down to her sex and gently slid a finger inside.
"Gideon," she moaned, her body bows and her hands clasp my shoulders.
Relishing the effect that my touch has on her body, I slid a second finger deeply into her, feeling her heated internal muscles, which were greedily contracting around my fingers.
"Please," she gasped. "Gideon, please."
Sensing her desperation and needing to prepare her for me, I tighten my arm around her waist and I slid a third finger into her; circling, thrusting, pushing deeper, rubbing vigorous at her tender spot and pressed my thumb onto her clit.
"Ah, God... It's so good," she moaned.
Her climax came suddenly, surprising us both. Drawing in a deep breath, I tried to steady her trembling and twitching body. I felt damn proud of my sexual prowess.
My turn.
I removed my fingers, grabbed her under her ass and pulled her up, forward and straight down onto my waiting cock.
"Eva, ah Christ," I hissed, holding her hips tightly to halt her moments. She was too tight, forcing me to shift her back, trying to ease the pinch I felt around my cock.
"Aah!" she yelped, her hands pushing into my hair, pulling and tugging at the roots.
Fucking hell, I am panting like an animal, sweating and trembling from hours of pent-up lust for my wife.
"You feel… ah, Gideon, it's too good," she praised hoarsely, undulating her hips as she sheathed me to the root, rubbing her sex against mine.
"Eva." I gripped her hips and yanked her down to meet my upward thrusts. Pounding her sex, repeatedly, like a possessed fiend, desperate and hungry.
With each thrust, I could feel my cock head hit the end of her hot wet core. Her body accepting every inch of mine.
"You're so deep," she whimpered.
Eva released her breasts from her strapless bodice and kneads them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.
The sight of her pleasuring herself was mind-blowing, I will need to embed this image into my brain under Eva erotica. Fuuccckkkk meeee!
"You—thrust, are—thrust, so—thrust, fucking—thrust, beautiful—thrust, Eva—". I panted out between each controlled and rhythmic thrust.
Her body started to tremble again. "Gideon . . . you're going to make me come so hard."
My own body starts to tremble more violently as it is in desperate need of an orgasm.
"Together, Eva."
Then I felt the very familiar sensation, which I registered as an explosive orgasm, an orgasm that would cause my balls to ache, my cock to harden and thicken further and temporarily dull all my senses.
Pressing my palm on her lower belly, I touch her clit with the pad of my thumb and begin to massage it in slow soft circles.
"Now, Eva," I coaxed.
I watched her avidly, needing to see it when she went over the edge for me. Her gray eyes were wild with her need and losing their focus, her beautiful face flushed and misted with perspiration, she undulated her hips frantically over my cock, her body stiffened as she threw her head back and she lets out an ear-piercing scream of my name. "GIDEOONNNNN!" I felt her trembling uncontrollably as her hot wet core tightens and clenches around my cock, pulling me in deeper.
Fuck, she's coming.
And so am I.
"Fuck! Eva..." I gripped her hips and yanked her down hard, burring myself deep inside her and I let go.
When the first spurt of cum shot out of my cock, I roared my release, which reverberated through my chest. My cock twitched and pulsed as my cum continued to spurt out of me and up into her depths, wanting to prolong the ecstasy and our connection, I continued to yank her down onto me. I rode the waves of pleasure in a fucking daze, barely conscious of where my hands were gripping her or of what my body was doing.
Eva moaned into my neck and collapsed on top of me, her body going lax as I held her close - still connected.
I fucking love my wife.
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EVA'S breathing was steady and even against my neck.
She'd fallen asleep. I've fucked my wife unconscious.
Watching Eva come apart under my touch was without doubt ninety-nine percent of the fun for me whenever we were together and one of the most amazing things I have discovered about her body was her ability to have multiple orgasms. Fucking amazing.
I suddenly felt my cock throbbing as though I hadn't come buried inside of her just minutes before.
I couldn't help but behave like wild animal whenever I was with Eva because when I was inside her, she was mine and we were one and I had no fear.
A moment later, she stirred. "You sent me to sleep," her voice was hoarse. Hoarse because of the screaming I elicited from her.
"Yeah," I chuckled.
"Husband."
"Wife…," Surprised and moved by her endearment, I take her face between my palms and kiss her deeply. She answers by pulling me into her arms and hugging me tightly, my face naturally finding its' place in the crook of her neck and my arms banding around her body tightly in return.
For the first time in my life I felt an overwhelming sense of belonging, like after years of stumbling randomly through this senseless world, I have finally found where I need to be. I have a place now and it is with Eva.
"Are we home?"
"I love what you just said then," I choked out as I felt tears building in the back of my throat.
Pulling back, she looks up at me through sad beautiful gray eyes that brightened, as she comprehended my words.
"Well, you are ace," she said lovingly.
I felt a tightening in my chest as I gazed into her beautiful gray eyes.
"Yes, I am," I said softly and contently I lower my head and nuzzle back into the crook of her neck, never wanting to break this moment.
Yes, I belong to you, angel.
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Author's Note: The impetus that motivated me to write this chapter [one-shot] stemmed from 'Entwined with You' where Gideon addressed Eva as 'wife' a few times towards the end of the novel, but she never responded with the same sentiment and I'd wished she had. I know 'Ace' is her unique term of endearment for Gideon, but the term 'husband' represents an exclusive title associated with only one other person in your life. So, what you have just read is my version of the first moment when Eva addressed Gideon as 'husband' and the emotions that were evoked within Gideon. Ally K.