Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
I don’t have the words or the breath to explain. I’m not unhappy. I’ve never been happier in my life, and I don’t know what to do with it. I’m afraid my heart will break, and all the happiness and love will spill out.
Over and over, I fill myself with him. Plunging down, lifting up, the friction building. Pushing away all thoughts of love and happiness. There’s nothing but feeling now. Desire. He buries his face in my chest, and I lean back, offering myself to him. The motion of my hips increases when his lips close around my nipple. He sucks greedily, like an animal, and all it does is make me take him harder. Faster.
Suddenly, he lifts me, leaving me, and it’s like reaching the top of the first hill of a roller coaster and stopping. My heart sinks, but not for long. He has other plans, shifting me so I’m on my back. He moves between my legs, pushing them farther apart before plunging into me again.
Yes, I like it this way. Letting him take control now while I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him as tight as I can. I want to keep him this way forever, just the two of us. Locked in each other’s arms, joined together as one body.
“Oh, yeah, that’s nice. Fuck.” He closes his eyes, losing himself, rolling his hips before driving forward hard enough to make me whimper when our bodies grind together.
We almost lost this. He’s never been more precious.
“Are you going to come for me?” He grunts before slamming into me again. “Are you going to be a good wife and come for your husband?”
“Y-Yes!” I manage to sob, digging into his back with my nails. He hisses, gritting his teeth before driving himself forward again. “Make me come!” It’s almost here. I feel it tightening my core until nothing’s left but to explode or die from the sweet torture.
This is what they tried to take from me. This wild abandon. Trusting somebody with my body. The ability to let myself go, knowing I’ll be safe. Every scratch across Quinton’s back is an act of rebellion. Every whimper when he fills me up. I reclaim this. I reclaim myself.
“That’s right.” He drops to his forearms, his face inches from mine while he hammers me. “Come with me. Milk my cock.”
“Oh, my god!” I close my eyes, losing myself in what’s building faster than before. Stronger, too. I’m almost afraid of it, but I welcome it anyway. Nothing can hurt me when I’m in his arms.
“That’s right. You’re getting tighter. I feel it. You’re so close, aren’t you?” Somehow, he squeezes a hand between us and rubs my clit, making me jerk my hips to meet his touch. “Let me watch you. So fucking gorgeous. Come for me.”
I couldn’t help myself even if I tried. It’s too strong, too much. I’m—
I barely bite back a scream, and my entire body goes stiff like I’ve been shocked before the tension breaks, and I sob in relief. I melt into his arms, draped around him as the flood gates open, and all my emotions come rushing out. I can’t control it. This release, this emptying of everything I’ve held inside. It feels too good to stop.
By the time it subsides, I feel calm. Clean. Peaceful, finally.
And he’s holding me. I barely noticed him coming, thanks to the intensity of what hit me. “Are you okay?” he murmurs, and his concern is touching. “Was that okay for you? Tell me the truth.”
At first, I can only nod. I’m still breathless. Once it passes, I make sure to tell him. “Yes. I’m just great.” When he rolls onto his back, I follow him, resting against his chest with a leg draped over him. For a long time, we lie together like this. Quiet. United.
Though I can’t forget what’s coming. It only makes him more precious to me than ever.
“I want you to know something.” He hooks a finger beneath my chin then lifts it so our eyes meet. “Today? Our wedding? It was more than a means to an end. Making you one of us to save you.”
I’m afraid my heart will forget to beat. “You mean it?”
“Are you surprised?”
“It’s still nice to hear.”
“Then this will be even better.” He cups my cheek. “I love you. I always will. You’re the only thing I care about in this world. You have my name, but you’ve had my heart much longer than that. And I intend to devote the rest of my life to you. My wife.”
Tears sting my eyes. I felt it or thought I did, but hearing it come from his lips is different. “I wish I had as much to offer you.”
“Are you kidding?” His eyes move over my face, and a tender smile begins to stir. “You’ve given me everything. All of yourself. Your first worry when I walked in here earlier was for my safety, mine, and my family. What more could I ask for?”