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I wrap one around Ivy and gesture for her to put her head down so I can wrap her hair up. When done I dry myself off and look over at the amazing woman that I know will soon be my wife. Her parents want her to get married, fine, she’ll get married. To me. I’m going to claim her in every way, tie her to me and make it so she can never leave.
“Let’s get you something to eat. You’ll need your strength for later,” I smirk and her big blue eyes light up with excitement.
“You mean you aren’t done with me yet?” I can hear the seductiveness in her voice.
“No fucking way, Bambi, I have all kinds of things that I want and will do to you.” I guide us into the bedroom and drop my towel walking over to the dresser. I pull out a pair of shorts and slip them on before grabbing a t-shirt for Ivy. For what I have planned today she won’t be needing anything to cover her pretty pussy.
I pick up my towel and throw it into the laundry hamper in the corner. When I do, I notice the red smear on the white bedsheets. Seeing the evidence of what happened makes my cock hard. I claimed the first of many parts of her, and I can’t wait to claim her mouth and her ass too.
Knowing I can’t leave the dirty sheet on the bed I pull it off and roll it up, stuffing it into the hamper with the rest of the laundry. Then I go into the closet and grab a new sheet. I get it onto the bed, and when I turn around, I find Ivy standing there staring at me, her big blue eyes take in my movements. I wonder if she’s upset about the blood on the sheets.
I walk over to her tugging the towel from her grasp.
“If you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask.”
I love the way she thinks.
“Food, then fucking,” I growl, my cock all but demanding I worship her sweet cunt again. She makes a tiny sound in her throat, and I force myself to focus on drying her off instead of fucking her.
When I’m finished drying her off, I hand her the t-shirt and she puts it on with ease. I gather up all our dirty clothing and consider what to do with the crumpled wedding dress on the floor. Certainly, she won’t want to wear it for our wedding day. I decide to just stuff it in the bottom of the closet for now, I don’t want her to keep seeing it and be reminded of that asshole.
I turn around and that’s when I see her, really see her…standing there in my plain cotton white t-shirt. It’s huge on her once again showcasing our size differences. The hem comes to rest just above her knees. My chest constricts…I wasn’t prepared for seeing her in my clothing, or the reaction it would have on me.
My mouth waters, and it takes me a few seconds to gather my wits. Something about her has me feeling a thousand and one emotions all at once.
“Come on, let’s get something to eat.” I hold my hand out to her and she takes it, wrapping her small fingers around mine. I lead her into the kitchen and guide her to the breakfast bar.
“I’m afraid I’m not a five-star chef…more like one and a half,” I wink at her while I get some lunch meat out of the fridge. I gather everything I need for the perfect club sandwich and stack it neatly onto two plate. As soon as I set it in front of her and sit down myself, she picks up the sandwich and takes a huge bit.
I can’t help but at look at her in awe, “Hungry?” I ask.
She chews for a moment before answering. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
Yesterday? What the fuck?
“What? Why? You should’ve said something before. I would have fed you sooner.” I feel disappointed in myself, but realize there is no way I could’ve known unless she told me. Still it’s my job to care for her now and I’ll be damned if she goes without eating more than three meals a day.
“My mom wouldn’t let me eat because she was worried I wouldn’t fit in the dress this morning, and honestly I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I saw you make this. I’ve been cutting calories for six months if not longer.” She frowns, but continues eating, and I pick up my own sandwich and place it down on her place.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll make another one. You just keep eating.” I order, and thankfully, she doesn’t fight me on it, because at this point, I’d take her across my knee and force feed her if I had too. I grind my teeth together as I get to work making another sandwich. I get Ivy a glass of water, and she thanks me with a soft smile.
