Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“There is no going back,” he warns.
“Had there ever been?”
“No, you were always going to be mine.”
“Then take me, Vincent. I’m all yours.”
“Only mine,” he says as he presses through my virginity. I let out a small gasp. I thought it would hurt more, but I’m on sensory overload at the moment. I have so many emotions and feelings coming from everywhere. It’s overwhelming but wonderful at the same time.
What I feel most and focus on is Vincent and me being connected. He’s deep inside of me with nothing separating us.
“Fuck, I’m going to have to apologize again,” he whispers against my ear. “I’m never going to make it. You feel so damn good. Fucking perfection.” His words make my sex clench around his cock.
I guess I get off on how much I turn my husband on. How out of control he is for me. “You did that on purpose,” he says before nipping my ear.
“Did not.” A small laugh bubbles up out of me, making my sex clench again. A loud groan comes from Vincent. He’s buried to the hilt but not moving. Any pain I felt in the beginning is gone, and there is only him filling me.
He shifts his hand, slipping it between my legs, his fingers going to my clit, getting me more worked up. “Vincent, please, I need you to move.”
“I’ve got you. I always will.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. His fingers are still strumming my clit. A few hard strokes and I’m screaming his name as the orgasm explodes throughout my body.
“Julieta.” He groans my name. I feel his warm release spill deep inside of me as he pushes as deeply as he can, his body going still. “You’re my wife, and I’m never letting you go,” he vows.
“I love you too.” He lifts his head, a smile spreading across his handsome face. Still he wants more. I can see my husband is going to be greedy when it comes to me.
“Give it to me.” I know what he is asking for. This is what soulmates have that’s so special, an understanding of one another so quickly.
“I’ll never go,” I vow right back.
We might have already had our wedding a week ago, but tonight, right now, these are our true and forever vows.
Epilogue
Vincent
Many years later
“Maybe take a deep breath?” I glance down at my nine-year-old son, who is the spitting image of me. Especially in a suit. He smirks up at me. “It’s what you tell me to do when boys at school try to sit next to Emma.” His smirk drops when Emma strolls right past us. “Have fun on your trip,” he rushes to say before he follows after her.
The boy really is just like me. I’m not sure he understands what it is that he feels for Emma, but he knows she means something important to him. At least when I saw my Julieta, I knew what was happening. Though I can’t help but be envious of the fact that my son will get more time with his love than I did. But as my mom often reminds me, things happen when they should.
I wish things would happen now. I’m trying to be patient. I really am. It’s Jules and my ten-year wedding anniversary. I’m giving her the wedding she always deserved—or maybe she’s the one that’s giving me the wedding. God knows I didn’t plan a second of it. I just simply showed up. She, Mom, and Rae have been planning this for months.
What I’ve been planning is the after part. The honeymoon she should have gotten ten years ago. Sure, there have been dozens of trips over the years, but I’m looking forward to having my wife all to myself.
I never thought in my rush to knock her up that I’d then have to share her. I’m not a total asshole. I’m more than happy—most of the time—to do so for our children, but fuck. Sometimes a man needs his wife all to himself, and that’s what I’ll be getting. Two whole weeks of Julieta.
I watch as my father spins her around the dance floor. I do as my son told me and take a deep breath. This is important. She laughs at something Dad says to her, and I can’t help but get a bit choked up. Julieta has given me so much over the years. She’s my everything. I cannot even remember the time before she came into my life.
It always tugs at something deep inside of me when I see my parents treating her as their own. She never had that before, and I love how much they shower her in affection. It doesn’t matter how old she is. Hell, I think they’d pick her if they had to pick a favorite between us, and I couldn’t blame them.