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He sat down on the chair, next to his desk and listened patiently the story Olivia was telling. She was giving him very vivid details of her life, but still manage not to name Matt. She didn't know how he would react and could not bring her friend with her if it was not a good ending. She had seen Outlander on Netflix after Matt told her about the series and remembered how Claire almost got burnt at the stake. Although he could not really understand what she was saying, he knew how much courage she had to tell him all this.

Once she stopped talking, he stood up and looked at his wife; she was almost shaking with fear.

"Come here," he said, opening his arms wide. She stood up and held him tightly as he closed his arms behind her back.

"Please don't kill me," she whispered, her face buried in his chest.

"Why would I, my love?"

She raised her head from his chest and looked at him straight into his eyes.

"As long as you are with me, I will not let anything happen to you. I promise. I don't know how you story is possible, but I trust you. And I love you," he said as he caressed her hair.

"You mean… you mean you still want me to be your wife? You can still back out, if you want."

"Do you want to back out?"

"No."

"Neither do I. Where does that leave us?" he said before he kissed her once again, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, wrestling with hers for a moment.

She stopped the kiss suddenly, very worried.

"Who else knows?" she asked.

"Bordon found your bag and gave it to me directly. I asked him not to talk to anyone about this discovery before I shed light on this situation. I trust the man with my life; he will not say anything."

"I think the doctor that treated my wound might have seen something incriminating," she replied.

"What?"

"My body is different from what you may have seen before," she said, feeling suddenly very shy.

His hand caressed her cheek in a very reassuring way. She bit her lip and passed her chemise over her head. He lowered his gaze and scanned her body, looking for what she was talking about. He quickly saw the ink on her body and the ring on her bellybutton. She grabbed his hand and pressed it on her sternum, over her tattoo of a northern star in between her breasts. She felt his fingers ran over the ink before moving to her hip, over the rose drawn inside her hipbone.

"You are right; I have never seen this before. Do you know what the best part of this is?"

"What?"

"I will be the only one to see it, for as long as we both shall live."

He took her in his arms and dropped her on the bed. He took his shirt off and covered her body with hers, his hands roaming on her naked forms.

"Oh, there's something else you must know," she said. When she heard him groaned, she carried on. "In 2022, we don't wait until the wedding night…"

He groaned some more; this night was definitely not taking the turn he was expecting. All those revelations were a lot for one night, but his head could not help what his heart was feeling for this woman.

She saw how this last new was not making him happy and she decided she would show him how this could only be at his advantage. She stood up from the bed and stopped in front of him. She lowered her upper body to kiss him while her hands worked the buttons of his pants. Every stroke to his cock through his pants made him moaned loudly. She held onto the waistband and he rose from the bed the time she slid his pants down.

She got down to her knees in front of him and held his gaze. Her hand grabbed his very hard erection and started to rub up and down. She kissed the inside of his thighs before giving his manhood very small licks. She hollowed her cheeks and took him into her mouth, sucking him lightly. When she heard his breathing shortened, she sucked him even harder, channeling her best inner porn star. For a second, she told herself this man never saw porn, so why would she have to do that? She didn't have much time to think some more that she could hear him moan like she rarely heard a man moan before. She always knew her old boyfriends enjoyed her blowjob, but William's reaction was like none she had seen before.

He was talking to himself to last; never in his life had a woman indulged him like this. Well, never in his life had a woman was as skilled as she was while indulging him like this. She even seemed to enjoy it. He could not help the loud noise he was making, not even caring if the whole floor heard him. Soon, he felt his blood boiling in his veins, his muscles tightened in his legs, his heart rate went up. The wave of pleasure crashed on him again and again as he released his seed. He opened his eyes he didn't even notice he had closed and looked at his beautiful wife, wiping her mouth while swallowing his cum.

"Liv, where did you… I …" his brain was deprived from any blood and he could not form any sentence.

"You liked that?" she asked as she straddled him. He nodded energetically. "I love your dick in my mouth," she whispered in his ear.

He threw her on the back on the bed. He lost no time and started to cover her body with kisses, licks, bites. He took mental notes on where her moaning her louder and focussed on her pleasure only. His fingers made it to her cunt; she was aching to be touch and was dripping wet. First one finger entered her but soon, a second made his way inside her. He folded his fingers upward while his thumb caressed her sweet spot. He lowered his head and his tongue replaced his thumb, alternating rhythm to find out what she liked. When her hand grabbed his hair and held firmly his head in place, he knew she was close. He felt her back arched and she stopped breathing for a second, before her orgasm crashed over her. She slowly released his hair as she pulsed strongly against his fingers.

He raised his body over hers, holding his weight on his elbows, only lowering his head to kiss her passionately. They were intoxicated by each other, stopping their kiss only for them to breathe. He rubbed his tip up and down along her folds, making sure he was covering his erection with her wetness before he snapped his hips forward. Her head dug into the pillow as she felt only bliss. His pace was steady, hard, hitting her deeper at every thrust. Feeling her hips circled and meet each of his movement drove him wild; he raised his weight on his hands and fucked her roughly.

Both of them were frenzied, impatiently reaching toward their released, but never wanting this moment to stop. He lowered his body back on his elbow, needing to be close to her, burying his head in her neck. She clawed his back as she felt his delightful erection stretching her over and over again. He was insatiable for her body, driving his pelvis hard into her center. He felt her pulse around him and had to talk to himself not to come straight away; he wanted her to come first. He didn't have to wait very long as she yelled his name along with a litany of swear words. Her orgasm totally ripped him apart and he felt this warmth in his veins once again while shooting his seed deep within.

He crashed his weight on her as she caressed his hair and back. They stay still, in silence, enjoying this blissful moment.

"You are now stuck with me, for the better or for the worst," she said playfully.

"I suggest you get some rest for now, Mrs Tavington. As soon as I am ready, I'll fuck you until the morning."

His last words only made her cunt twitched. She was definitely not wrong about their sexual energy and he damned knew what to do to make her toes curled.