Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
What? He’s doing plenty to me now.
And thinking is getting difficult.
The only thing I can focus on is what’s happening between my legs and the intense pulsing in my clit.
Maybe it’s because I’ve waited for this moment all day, or maybe it’s always like this when you’re newlyweds. But everything feels more intense, like my body is a live wire craving a current.
On second thought, Dex wins.
I don’t want to take my time.
I want to feel him inside me.
I want my husband now.
I yank his t-shirt up and he gets the memo, hauling it off and pulling my sweater away just as fast. A few seconds later and our clothes are heaped on the floor.
I grab him and pull him down on me.
“I want you,” I murmur, positioning myself so he’s right at my entrance. “Dex, please.”
“Now who’s eager?” He flicks his tongue over one nipple, then the other. They’re standing at attention, delightfully sensitive in the warm air. “Say please.”
“If I didn’t love you, I’d hate you right now.”
“Say ‘pretty please,’ wife. Beg for my cock.”
Oh, I love the sound of that. It’s almost as hot as the way our bodies are joining right now.
I don’t wait for him, though.
I pull him closer. I’m so wet he pushes in with one stroke.
“I’m your wife,” I tell him. “And I want you to fuck me.” I wait just long enough for the amusement to flicker in his eyes. “Please. Pretty please.”
He moves, swiveling his hips, sinking deeper.
The moan that spills out of me echoes through the cabin.
“Let it go, sweetheart. There’s no one around,” he says as he settles his body fully over mine. “Make as much noise as you want. The louder the better.”
We fall into a familiar rhythm, and I arch my back into his hands at my breasts.
This time, it feels different—charged with emotion and this special intensity that draws me to the edge faster than usual.
The tension, the tightness, the pleasure, the steady drumming of his thrusts carry me higher until I’m about to snap.
My legs are shaking, desperately clutching his sides as he picks up speed.
“That’s it. That’s fucking it,” he urges. His voice is clipped, too, grating with the same urgency that’s driving me crazy. Husband and wife. Married and mated. “Come for me, Junie. Come now.”
It’s almost embarrassing how well he has me trained.
I shatter apart on his words as he plunges deep.
As I squeeze around him, as my soul blows apart, he finishes too, heaving white-hot fire into my depths with his face screwed up and one animalistic growl after the next tearing from his throat.
When we collapse on the bed together, I’m boneless.
Later, we’ll explore every room in this place, christen every surface, but for now it’s enough that we’re in bed, tangled together with his breath flowering across my damp skin.
Husband and wife.
Consummated.
Spent.
But still so full.
“Junie, look,” he whispers, his voice torn as he gently turns my face. “It’s snowing.”
I glance out the window to see big fluffy flakes spinning through the air.
Soon, our tire tracks will be smeared away, replaced by a fresh coat of pristine white.
A new season.
A new beginning.
I kiss him, long and slow and deep.
“Here’s to us, Mr. Rory,” I whisper against his lips.
“To today and the rest of our lives.” His thumb swipes over my cheek like he’s ready to catch tears, but there are none today.
He’s made me so happy I may never cry again.
For a second, I wonder if this is even real or if I’ll wake up in my ratty apartment again, Catness licking my face instead of my husband’s kisses.
It’s not a dream, I decide as I rest my head against his shoulder. Dreams always end, but this is just the first night.
This is the deepest truth.
As long as I’m with him—as long as I’m a Rory—I’ll never ask for anything more from a man who’s delivered the entire world.