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“I will be,” I panted, the desire between my legs growing like a storm.
“I need you to say you’re my wife now.”
There wasn’t anything teasing about his tone. His eyes bore into mine, hoping I’d understand.
Some part of me did.
Forty-Five
There was no denying what I felt.
“I’m your wife,” I said.
He didn’t waste time slipping the ring onto my finger before tearing open his fly and lifting me off the floor.
“Now I’m going to fuck you.”
I wore no underwear, so his invasion was instant. In excruciating slow increments, he pushed his shaft through my folds until his balls hit my flesh.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back in pleasure as he slowly pulled back until he was almost free of me.
“No,” I cried out.
“Don’t worry, lass. I’m not going anywhere.”
He looked down to where we were joined and rolled his hips as he slipped back inside me.
“More,” I begged.
“I dinnae want to hurt yer, lass.”
He was losing himself, slipping into that brogue of his.
I leaned forward and bit his lip. “I’m going to hurt you if you don’t do what you promised.”
He rolled his bottom lip into his mouth to lick at the bite I’d inflicted.
“What did I promise?”
I didn’t hesitate with an answer. “To fuck me.”
With that he slammed home and I hit the wall like I had the first time.
“Yes!” I breathed more than said the word.
He held there, deep inside me, burrowing his head into the crook of my neck.
“I shouldn’t.” He panted like it took all his will not to free the devilish sex god he was.
I sank my nails into his shoulders.
“Stop being a pussy and fuck me.”
He pulled back, a hurricane of emotions swirling in his gaze.
“If I hurt you—”
“You won’t,” I promised.
“If I do, tell me.”
I nodded and finally he fucked me like the Kalen I’d come to love.
His punishing grip held me up as he thrust into me like a man possessed.
As I grew closer to oblivion, I tightened my inner walls, loving the feel of him inside me as I mentally heard the countdown reminiscent of the past.
Ten—
“Your pussy was made for me,” he grunted.
Nine—
“You’re so goddamn tight.”
Eight—
“That’s it. Take my cock.”
Seven—
“This pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
Six—
“I’m never going to let you go.”
Five—
“Me either,” I said.
Four—
“There’s never going to be anyone else.”
Three—
“You’re it for me,” he promised.
Two—
“You’re mine! My wife.”
One—
“Now come for me.”
With a final thrust, I fractured around him as a million doubts disappeared as he came hard deep inside me.
I allowed my heart to open wide and believed him with my everything that we were one.
He held me there, pressed between his rock-hard body and the wall as our bodies cooled from our lovemaking.
“I’m forever yours,” I declared and kissed him soundly, letting our tongues mingle together in a dance as old as time.
When I felt him grow hard inside me, I teasingly asked, “You’re ready again.”
“It’s been almost two months, Mrs. King. I’m making up for lost time.”
We weren’t technically married, but he needed the win. I let him have it. I’d found my home—him, Gabe, our growing bean inside me. Legally or not, he was mine and I was his.
I held in a flinch as he set me on my feet, his cock leaving my body.
“I thought—”
“Turn around, palms flat on the wall, and get ready to hold the fuck on.”
I did exactly as he asked, knowing the pleasure wouldn’t be all his, but mine as well.
As he pumped inside me, my toes curled with the new angle. There was no doubt I’d denotate a million times before the night was over.
If I were to get paid by the number of orgasms I had, I would be rich. Kalen was insatiable. We didn’t leave the hotel for hours.
I only glared at him when he asked if I was okay because I could barely walk.
“Should I carry you then?”
“No,” I said, slapping at his hands as we headed to the elevator and feeling my cheeks heating by the idea.
The bell dinged and he cornered me by the door as it opened. He walked me backward and I was grateful we were alone as he crowded me in the back. His hands reached for my thighs.
“Haven’t you had enough?” I asked, giggling as his lips nipped my neck.
“Never.”
Far too soon, with his hands kneading my ass, the doors opened again. Over his shoulder, I spied the people waiting, unsure if they should get on.
“Kalen,” I whispered.
He glanced around and I couldn’t see the look, but whatever glare he offered their way, no one got on as the doors closed.
“Stop it,” I said, dancing away from him. “We’re almost there.”
I retreated in a corner as his eyes took in the full length of me.
“If you weren’t already pregnant, you would have been after tonight,” he said smugly.
“And you’re proud of yourself?”
