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CHAPTER18
Sariah
Iwake with Luke wrapped around me. His leg is thrown over mine as he hugs me from behind, and his nose is nuzzled into the back of my neck. For a moment I lie still, just taking in the fact that he is now my husband.
I had dreams of this. Wanted it desperately to be true, and now that it is, I’m not sure what to do.
I stroke my fingers over his arm that is thrown over my waist. The feeling of his skin against mine leaves me feeling warm and sated. I enjoy the moment because I know this cannot last. Despite what Luke thinks, Declan is not going to roll over and play nicely.
“You’re awake.” The sleepy voice from behind me makes my lips pull into a smile. He burrows his nose deeper into my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access.
“Morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel good.” I feel better than good. In between my legs aches in a delicious way. He hadn’t been rough last night, but he certainly left a lasting impression.
“We need to get you on birth control. Next time I’m inside you, I want to feel you.”
“Birth control?” I peer up at him.
“Does that worry you, little dove?”
“A bit.” Better than the alternative though. I’m not ready to be pregnant. I’m barely wrapping my head around the fact that I’m married.
His hand goes to my belly, splaying over where a child would grow. “I don’t want any unplanned mishaps. Not yet.”
I nod because I agree with him. We’re young and our lives are unpredictable. We lie clinched together for a while with him spooning my back. Eventually he turns me around so I’m facing him, our noses inches from each other’s. His eyes roam over my face as if he’s committing every inch of it to his memory. “Yesterday was a bit wild.”
My brow rises. “A bit?”
He plays with my nipple, making it hard for me to concentrate on what he says next. “Okay, it was out-of-this-world insane. Do you regret it?”
I shake my head before sucking in a breath as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. “Luke,” I say on a rush of air, taking a moment to reclaim my equilibrium. “No, I don’t regret anything.”
My thoughts scatter as he closes the gap between us, slanting his head so he can claim my mouth. The kiss is tender, something I wouldn’t expect from a man like him. I get lost in the sensations that are surrounding me. As he pushes his semihard cock against my exposed pussy, I let out a whimper.
“I want to fuck my wife.”
Wife.
That’s going to take some getting used to, although the title feels like it fits already. I reach between us and take his cock in my hand. His eyes never leave my face as I move my hand over his shaft, bolder than I feel.
“Little dove, are you trying to drive me crazy?”
I don’t answer him. I just keep working over his dick. I enjoy being able to pleasure him. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. I have no idea if what I’m doing is right, but when he closes his eyes and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, I figure I’m on the right track.
He is getting harder in my hand and his breath is coming out quicker now. He reaches down, to wrap his fingers around my wrist, stopping me. “You keep that up and I’m going to come in your hand.”
I smile as he rolls over and opens the drawer at the side of the bed. He pulls out a condom and rolls it on.
He comes back to lie in front of me and tucks my hair behind my ears as his cock nudges against my centre. He keeps his eyes locked on me as he slowly pushes inside my body. My pussy stretches to accommodate him, a delicious ache that makes my breath rip out of me in a happy sounding pant.
After we make love, we both shower and get changed. He lends me some of his clothes–a pair of jogging bottoms and a T-shirt that is baggy on me. When I emerge from the bedroom after making myself look presentable, I find him sitting in the kitchen area of the extensive penthouse suite at the breakfast bar. My eyes are drawn to the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the London landscape. It’s an amazing view.
“Come and have breakfast with me,” Luke says.
I turn back to the room, pulling my gaze from the view. The decor is masculine, different shades of grey, white, and black, the furniture square and blocky. There are no feminine touches whatsoever, though it does feel lived in. There is clutter in the kitchen area that suggests it’s not just for show.
