Retired S-rank father becomes a teacher

In the honeymoon suite, a silver haired woman leaned back against the balcony railing, the soft glow of the moonlight making her skin shine. Elizabeth watched the stars above, her eyes calm and the sea breeze playing with her silver hair. Her husband was busy dealing with his family and he’d probably return with their smell on him but she didn’t mind it like other women usually did.

She grabbed her glass of champagne. The sweet and tangy liquid burned her throat slightly, and a smile graced her lips. Her dress had been discarded on the bedroom floor, leaving her in a pair of black lace panties that hugged her hips. The balcony overlooked the pool in the middle. Guests, politicians, and rich people swam and splashed in it, but they couldn’t see her. Silas made sure of that.

His obsession with his treasures was unhealthy, borderline psychotic and as a licensed psychiatrist, she knew that yet Elizabeth embraced it with her whole heart.

“He's here,” she said to herself, feeling the ripple in the air. That familiar magic. Space magic, the magic that belonged to her soulmate and one feared by the world.

Elizabeth didn’t turn around. From behind her, she felt his hands wrapped around her waist, just below her breast, and his body pressed against hers. He smelled of Lisa and Hailey. A shudder travelled through her spine as she felt his hot breath on her neck.

The glass of champagne was plucked from her hand.

Silas took a sip of it before setting it aside on a nearby table and his eyes never left his wife’s beautiful form.

A kiss on her shoulder and then the crook of her neck. A trail of wetness left behind by his lips, each one making her squirm. He nuzzled into her skin and she let out a soft sigh.

“It's the last night before Evelyn’s deadline...” Liz whispered into the night. Tomorrow could be the end of peace for her family if not for the whole world.

“Yes. Eve should be done digging in the Everheart’s secrets,” Silas murmured. He caressed her sides, feeling the softness of her flesh. She said nothing. Just listened to his heartbeat until the name dissolved into the dark.

An ex of Silas’ during their break and someone that tried to steal Silas from her during that time. He thought she hated Evelyn because of her advances, because she was jealous or possesive.

The truth was she never hated her: one doesn’t hate a dog for wanting a bone it’s just how it is.

Elizabeth grabbed his hands and made him move to the front, their fingers intertwining. Looking into those violet eyes made her feel safe, feel loved, feel everything she could ever want.

“Can you actually kill her?”

Silas’ forehead leaned against hers, their noses touching.

The answer was clear in his gaze. He would destroy the world if it meant keeping her and their daughters safe. One woman was nothing in comparison.

“Yes.”

Liz smiled and kissed him deeply, the taste of champagne on his lips. “Really? You once loved her didn’t you?” she asked in the kiss.

His hand traveled to her back and down to her ass, giving it a squeeze.

“I did but now... I love you, my family comes first and Eve’s not a part of it.”

Elizabeth pulled back, their noses still touching, the moonlight framing their silhouettes. She could feel the hardness in his pants rubbing against her thigh. A fire was lit in the pit of her stomach at his words and his touch. This was her man. Heaven or hell, she would follow him anywhere and he would do the same for her. They were two sides of the same coin.

“Then let’s spend tonight...together without a care for the world,” she whispered as her hands found his zipper, opening it to free his cock from its restraints.

Silas groaned at the contact, his head resting on her shoulder, kissing the skin there.

Liz pulled him out, stroking him slowly. He was big and thick, veins popping out as the blood flowed. Precum leaked out of the tip, spreading as she played with it.

She took it all in, his musky scent invading her senses. The sound of the sea crashing on the distant shore was the only thing she could hear over the loud thumping of their hearts.

A moment later, she licked the precum with her tongue and Silas shuddered in her hold. She took her time, teasing the head of his member before taking him deeper, bobbing her head in a rhythm.

The pleasure was intense for Silas. The image of his wife, on her knees, her silver hair swaying and her green eyes looking up at him through her lashes, was burned into his mind.

His hand went to her hair. His fingers gently massaging her scalp as he felt her take him in her mouth, his length hitting the back of her throat, the warmth and wetness making him see stars.

But he wanted to taste her too.

Liz gasped when he pulled her away from his erection, a string of saliva connecting them. She looked up at him in confusion, her lips glistening. Without a word he lifted her up in his arms and laid her on the bed, spreading her legs. Black lacy panties covered her mound.

“These won’t do.”

A ripping sound later, the panties were discarded. Her bare pussy was revealed, glistening with her arousal, begging to be licked. She felt a hot breath on her inner thigh as her husband got in between her legs and kissed her folds. Her breath caught, her body trembled with need. Then she felt his tongue slide inside, tasting her like she tasted him.

The pleasure was overwhelming and she arched her back, her hands finding his hair.

“Nhgn~ yes. Right there Silas, don’t stop,” she moaned.

He complied, his tongue swirling inside her, licking her walls and hitting that special spot that made her toes curl.

“Mmmm~.” She moaned, her voice loud, not caring if the world heard her pleasure.

It didn’t take long for Elizabeth to reach her peak, a rush of wetness flooding Silas’s mouth as he swallowed it. She panted and he kissed his way back up her body, her breasts jiggling.

Liz felt his tip rub against her entrance. The heat of his rod radiating through her lower belly.

“Kiss me,” he demanded and she obeyed.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, his manhood just one thrust away from being buried in her depths.

He entered her, the wet heat enveloping him and he moaned into the kiss.

Liz broke the kiss. She wanted to hear their sounds. Her breasts squashed against his chest as her nipples rubbed on his skin.

They started moving together. His slow and deep thrusts, the slap of their skin mixing with the waves of the sea.

“Perfect...you feel perfect my love,” Silas said in her ear, his voice thick with lust.

Elizabeth nodded and her eyes were closed in bliss. Yes this was perfect. No one else could make her feel like this, no other man could ever compare.

A particular thrust hit her in a sensitive spot and she cried out. Her nails dug into his back.

He noticed this and lifted her ass, that was under him, with a hand, adjusting the angle of his member, hitting the same spot over and over. Her voice rose higher each time he did, a symphony of their bodies coming together.

Silas felt the familiar coil of tension in his abdomen: a sign that he wouldn’t last long.

“Liz...I’m going to cum,” he grunted out, his pace fastening.

She opened her eyes, and the most beautiful smile graced her lips.

“Then cum, my love...cum inside me and fill me to the brim,” she said in a sultry voice.

It was enough to make his balls tighten and his vision go white, his thrusts turning erratic and wild as he came, painting her insides with his hot seed.

The feeling of being filled brought Elizabeth’s second orgasm of the night, and she came too, her walls clenching around him, milking every last drop.

Their breathing was heavy and the sweat cooled their hot bodies.

Collapsing on top of his wife, he laid his head on her breasts. She caressed his back lovingly. They laid like this for minutes if not hours, not wanting to break the comfortable silence. Eventually he rolled off of her and to the side. Their combined juices leaking out of her onto the bed sheets.

“Silas...” She called out softly, a finger tracing his arm.

“Hmm?” His voice was sleepy, content.

“Do you think soulmates exist?” She turned on her side and faced him, her head on his chest.

He smiled. She was still such a romantic after all these years.

“That depends, what is a soulmate?” Silas asked, looking into her emerald eyes.

Elizabeth hummed. “Usually people say it’s someone that completes them or someone who they are fated to love.”

Silas nodded and brought his hand up and caressed her cheek.

“Even if we weren’t fated to meet, I would’ve searched every corner of the universe to find you. Fate or not. You are my everything, my world, my love.”

A tear formed in the corner of her eye and she nodded again.

Snuggling closer, she whispered, “You are my everything too.”

The night should have continued but a phone buzzing interrupted their tender moment. Groaning, Silas reached to his tuxedo and picked up the device, the message on the screen was from Eve. It read ‘Meet me in the Mariana Trench’.

Elizabeth hugged him from behind.

“It’s okay honey. Go be yourself. I’ll follow wherever you go,” she whispered.

He squeezed her hand on his chest, feeling her warmth. Then he stood up and put on his clothes, opened a portal and was gone.

His wife watched the rift close, the salty air from the sea hitting her skin as she laid back down on the bed, her heart full.

Good luck my love.