Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“But I promised to let you put a baby in me tonight.”
“I already did that.”
“You don’t want to practice, anyway?”
“I do. But you know how much I like waking you up with my cock.”
“Mm, I do,” she murmurs thickly.
I nod and lean in to kiss her lips. “So,” I murmur leadingly, “why don’t you go to sleep.”
“Okay.” She smiles softly, rolling over so she’s facing me. “Thank you for taking me to get a kitten today.”
“You’re welcome.”
She locks her arms around me, then drapes a leg over my hips, pulling our pelvises closer. “Thank you for making me marry you, too.”
My cock starts to wake up sensing her nearness. I crack a smile, shifting my hips to adjust a little. “Anytime.”
Then, to be a perfectly troublesome little minx, she gets close enough to grind her pussy against me.
“Good night, Silvan,” she says sweetly.
I push on her ass to force her closer so my cock can stay close to her sweet pussy until it’s time to fuck it. “Good night, baby.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I’ll see you soon.”
Epilogue
Sophie
I’m towel-drying my hair after a shower, trying my best not to be frazzled in the last of my solitary moments for the day when I’m startled by the sound of someone pounding on the door to my bridal suite.
My eyes widen and I walk over to it, but before I can say anything, my future husband’s voice rumbles, “Let me in.”
I lean close to the door and call back playfully, “Who is it?”
“You know who it is.”
“Hmm… nope.”
“It’s the only man who better be trying to get in your dressing room when you’re half-naked. Now, open the damn door.”
“Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day?”
“If I believed in superstitions, I wouldn’t have given you a cursed ring. Now, let me in before I break down the damn door.”
I crack a smile and open the door to my bridal suite so Silvan can step inside. “So beastly,” I say with playful reprimand.
“Just the way you like me.”
I’m not dressed yet, but I’m fresh from a shower, wearing a white satin robe as I wait for my wedding entourage to show up.
Silvan smiles down at me like I’m the most gorgeous creature to ever exist. He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me close. “There’s my beautiful bride.”
I smile and lock my arms around his neck. “There’s my handsome groom.”
“What do you say we blow this whole thing off and go find a soft surface I can fuck you on instead?”
I cover his mouth with my hand. “Silvan, you can’t say that word in a church.”
He moves his mouth, keeping his gaze locked on me. Rather than move my hand, he grabs it and kisses the sensitive skin along my inner wrist.
My stomach flutters.
Other parts of my body feel fluttery, too.
He makes it so hard not to fuck him.
These damn pregnancy hormones aren’t helping matters.
I sigh and hug him, needing not to look at his stupid handsome face. “Be gone, beast. I have a wedding to get ready for. You can’t ravish me until later.”
“That’s quitter talk,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead.
I smile and tip my head to look up at him. “What did you need?”
He frowns, uncomprehending.
My eyebrows rise. “The urgent matter which required me opening the door to my private bridal sanctum and letting you inside?”
“Oh. Nothing. I just missed you.”
My heart gives a little and I lean up to give him a kiss. “I’m really glad I’m marrying you, you know that?”
He locks his arm around my waist to keep me close and leans in, his lips lingering near mine. “You better be,” he teases.
The door opens and several girls I hardly know all come in together. They’re girlfriends of Silvan’s friends. Since they’ll constitute Silvan’s side of the wedding party, I just invited the girlfriends to be mine. I don’t have any close friends other than Silvan, so there was no one I really needed to ask.
I thought about asking Kendra since she is sort of the one who introduced us, but when I bumped into her on campus and told her I was engaged, she looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind.
Which is fair.
Still, not the energy I wanted at my wedding.
Luckily, Silvan’s friends have a whole team of enablers. Right now, Harley Quinn is leading the charge, hauling my wedding dress over her shoulder.
I guess I should call her Aubrey now, but they’ll always be Harley and Joker to me.
“Whoa, you’re not supposed to be in here,” she says, cocking an eyebrow at Silvan.
“He’s a dirty rotten rule-breaker,” I tell her.
She nods. “I know the type. You can break all the rules later, buddy. We’ve got a bride to build.”
Silvan smirks and reluctantly lets me go. “I guess I’ll have to share you today, huh?”