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Lucas’s eyes meet mine, and my mouth dries up.
"You're… beautiful," I whisper, unable to keep the words inside.
Lucas closes his eyes as if in pain, his throat bobbing as he swallows. "Fuck, Amalie. I've tried so fucking hard to stay away."
My eyes widen. "I don't understand. You've been so distant lately. I thought…"
Lucas prowls toward me, his russet eyes fixed on mine. "What did you think, Amalie?"
"That you regret marrying me." I lift my chin. "I know what it's like to have your freedom taken away from you, and I won't hold you in a marriage when you don't want me."
Lucas's hands move to his towel, loosening it so it falls to the floor, revealing his swollen cock. It’s larger than I imagined, and as I watch, it grows larger still, lengthening and filling, rising from a thatch of dark hair. The skin slowly draws back to reveal a thick tip with a small slit in its center. Now fully erect, it presses against the muscles of his stomach, his sac hanging beneath, full and heavy. The sight of him, so fiercely male, causes my pussy to clench.
Lucas grasps his swollen length, giving it a few pumps. "Does this look like I don't want you, sweet girl? My cock has been hard for you from the moment I pulled you over and saw those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me. You looked so lost, so vulnerable, and I knew I couldn't leave you there. My heart wouldn't let me. So, I came up with a plan. I watched your motel room, watched you, for three days like a fucking stalker because I knew you were mine. And I was yours."
The breath I didn't know I was holding exhales in a whoosh. "I don't understand…"
"The let me be very fucking clear. You see me as some knight in shining armor, but I used your situation with your father to get you to marry me because I knew you were it for me, Amalie. And I don't regret making you my wife, not for one fucking second," he states gruffly. "I want you, Amalie. In my life. In my bed. In ways that should scare you. You think I’m a good man, but I’m not where you and your safety are concerned. You're an itch beneath my skin that I welcome because you make me feel alive. You're an obsession in my blood I never want to purge. But I've given you space I thought you needed, watched you blossom here, seen you come to life. It's damned near killed me keeping my hands off you this last month. But I needed the choice to be yours."
My emotions swirl in unspoken currents as I stare at him in shock. "What choice?"
"To stay here with me. Or to leave. Your father took all your choices away. I won't do the same. It'll rip my goddamn heart out, but I love you enough to let you go if that's what you decide."
My hand flies to my chest, and I sway on my feet. "I… You love me?"
A muscle flickers in his jaw. "More than my own life."
The uncertainty that has enveloped me for the last few weeks dissipates. This proud, wonderful, protective man is making himself vulnerable by handing me a gift more precious than anything—the power to choose my own destiny.
I step closer, tipping my head back to hold his gaze. "I'm not going anywhere, Lucas. I choose this life. I choose you. I didn’t need a month because I realized weeks ago that I was in love with you."
His nostrils flare, and his eyes ignite. "Be very sure, Amalie. Because in about two seconds, I'm going to make you mine in every way, and there will be no going back once I do."
Instead of answering, I tug my T-shirt over my head, push my leggings down my legs, and strip off my underwear. Taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to cover myself with my hands, I stand before the man I love completely naked.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Amalie," he growls, his hot gaze moving over me, taking in every dip and curve. Fierce desire is stamped all over his strong features. "You take my fucking breath away."
I step closer until barely an inch separates our naked bodies.
Lucas crashes his mouth to mine with a groan that makes my stomach knot with need. His tongue swipes at my lips, and I open for him. Without breaking the kiss, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed, placing me in the middle.
His pupils are blown with a wild hunger as he tears his mouth from mine and growls, “I'm going to make love to you, Amalie. Then I'm going to fuck you until you scream the goddamn roof down. But first, I'm going to show you exactly what you do to me.”
I blink as he moves away from me to stand beside the bed. "What are you?—"
“You don't move unless I tell you," he instructs, cutting across me. "You’re going to watch.”
The muscles in his forearm flex as he grips his thick, solid cock in one hand and cups his balls with the other. His fist squeezes on every upstroke and clear fluid beads on the tip.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Keep those eyes on me while I fuck my hand, imagining it’s your tight little cunt. I'll be claiming it soon, stretching it with my cock until it spasms around me."
My chest rises and falls swiftly, and I squeeze my thighs together to appease the ache blooming in my core.
"Does watching me, knowing what you do to me, make your little cunt wet?” he asks, quickening his pace.
"Yes," I whisper, biting my lip to hold back a moan.
Lucas strokes faster and faster, his eyes glued to me. His chest heaves with his rapid breaths. “Bend your knees and open your legs. I want to see my wife's beautiful pink pussy."
