Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
I attempt to arch away from him, but with how wide he has me spread open, all I end up doing is moving my ass enough for his cock to slip between my thighs.
Tears of frustration sting my eyes as his cock settles against my pussy. Surprisingly warm and entirely too enticing.
I grab his hand on my leg and work at prying it off. “That’s not enough. It doesn’t make us married.”
Jude nuzzles his face against my neck. “It does.”
“It does not!” I snap back and yank hard on his fingers.
I don’t want to be mad at him.
I don’t want to be a fucking bitch after everything he’s done for me.
But he’s being impossible.
Jude’s cock twitches against me, and I freeze for a moment in shock.
We’re the last two people on this earth who should be married.
I tried to kill him for money and he almost killed me in retaliation.
Did he somehow forget that?
We’re a match made in Hell.
“Did I not take you in front of God? Did I not declare myself?” he murmurs as he places little kisses all over my throat.
“That’s not how these things work…” I argue with the sinking feeling that there will be no talking sense into him.
Jude chuckles, his chest rumbling against my spine. “Ah yes, civilized society values public ceremonies.”
His hips move into my ass, his cock sliding against my slick pussy lips. “But no public ceremony will compare to what we did.”
He kisses his way back up my throat. “No public ceremony will be as… sacred.”
He nips me and a jolt of pure electricity travels down to my clit.
The sensation drives me so fucking crazy I throw myself against the bar of his arm.
But it’s pointless. The harder I fight, the greater his hold tightens, like one of those stupid finger traps.
Finally giving up on getting free through force alone, I decide to go for throat.
“Sacred as in fucking me while you were covered in my husband’s blood?” I pant.
It’s a low blow that makes me a little sick to my stomach, but he’s really giving me no choice.
This needs to end now.
“Yes,” he answers without even a hint of hesitation. “Nothing else can compare.”
He moves the hand gripping my hip, sliding it towards my belly. “I’ve been inside you.” His rough palm scratches against my skin. “I’m a part of you.”
Reaching my stomach, his palm lingers and his breathing quickens against my ear.
“I will shelter you,” he promises. “I will protect you… with everything I have.”
Suddenly he shoves his hand down between my thighs and his fingers find my clit. “I will fucking cherish you.”
I cry out and try to twist away as his fingers rub against me, but his arm holds me tight.
“Because you are my everything,” he growls into my ear as I reach down and desperately yank at his wrist.
His words, coming out of any other man’s mouth, would probably come off as tender and sweet.
But to me they sound like a threat.
Especially as my fighting to get free again only seems to spur him on. The harder I try to pull his fingers away, the faster he rubs me.
“I took you before God and declared my intentions.”
The tips of his big, calloused fingers press into me.
Moving in small circles without mercy.
“Ceremonies are for those who still have doubt. For those who need others to reaffirm their choice.”
Faster and faster he rubs. His fingers swirling through my wetness.
“I have no doubt, Eden.”
I tremble, wishing I could stop how good it feels.
Wishing I could somehow turn everything off.
But I can’t.
Every little nerve in my body is alight and alive, craving more of his touch.
Craving the promise of where this will end.
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.” His hips rock into my ass and his cock slides against me as his fingers continue their torment.
Tempting me with the memory of what it felt like to have him inside me.
And damn my own stupid desires, I want it.
He’s made me want it.
“I have nothing to prove to anyone else.” He suddenly pinches my clit, and I throw my head back against his shoulder.
The dam inside me breaking open.
I can no longer control my reactions.
I can no longer stop my hips from moving as I work myself against his cock and ride his fingers.
Chasing the need for release he’s built up inside me.
A need that feels too much like damnation.
“And I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”
Slowly, tortuously, he pulls his hips back, dragging his cock away from me.
In a weak attempt to muffle a whimper, I bite my lip.
“You are mine.”
His weight slams into me as he thrusts forward, driving himself inside my pussy.
Penetrating the very center of my being.
It feels so good, so fucking right, I want to explode through my own skin.
I want to scream.