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“Tonight, when I saw my parents, when I realized what you were willing to do for me simply so I’d have peace…it all clicked. I couldn’t keep you at arm’s length because of anything they had done to me in the past. I couldn’t compare you to Simon, either. And I couldn’t punish you when you’ve done nothing but try to make my life better every day, in every way. You’ve tried to heal me and understand me and… It hit me when I saw you strolling back to the reception tonight after talking to them, whistling and looking so self-assured. You’re not the kind of man to make yourself bigger on the back of someone else’s degradation. You’re fair when treated fairly. You’re kind and funny and…everything I dreamed for as a little girl and didn’t think existed in this world.”
Hearing the cynicism in her voice give way to hope—and knowing I had something to do with that—makes me feel a hundred feet tall.
“Thank you for being so honest. I wanted to make you happy.”
“You have. More than I ever dared to wish for.”
She’s looking at me so solemnly, so sweetly. I can’t not touch her.
“Oh, baby…” I move in to kiss her.
She braces her hands on my chest. “Wait. Let me finish. I want to tell you everything I haven’t yet, everything that’s been holding me back. My…past. But not now. This is our wedding night. This is our night to celebrate us. I don’t want to take that away.”
Her words wrap around my throat and nearly choke me. I can’t swallow. I can’t speak. Harlow is willing to give me all the secrets she’s been protecting so fiercely? She’s well and truly mine now. That makes me want her even more.
“All right. You’re right, tonight should be about us. But I want to hear everything you have to say soon. If it upset or affected you, I want to know about it.”
She smiles softly. “And that’s why I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you. You’re here not for just whatever you can manipulate out of the situation but simply for us.”
“Always.” I cup her face in my hands. “Now can I kiss you?”
Tears sheen in her eyes. The sob she’s holding in becomes a laugh. “The sooner the better.”
I can’t stand being even a breath apart from this woman for another moment. I seize her mouth with my own and nudge her body down onto me, letting her impale herself at whatever pace pleases her. When every inch of me is enveloped inside her, the connection is more than physical.
My tongue fills her as my cock does, and she shudders. I feel her heart beating furiously against mine. Harlow clings to me—fingers, thighs, lips. Eternity whispers through my head; she’s mine now and this is right. It’s the sweetest music ever. My wife challenges me. She selflessly helps me cope and recover every day. She makes me laugh and moves me in ways I never expected a woman to. And now she’s finally given me her heart.
I manage to tear my mouth from hers, band my arms around her, and rock with her. Lust scorches my blood as my heart threatens to explode. “Hearing your feelings was the sweetest wedding gift you could have given me. Say it again.”
“I love you.”
The words are something just above a whisper as if they still scare her on some level. But she’s braving her fears, opening up, and trusting me. She’s becoming one with me in every way. I feel like a king.
“I love you, baby. Dear god, you have no idea…” I rock inside her and groan, working to get deeper and fill my wife full of every bit of me that I can—cock, heart, love.
Harlow moves in earnest above me now, sliding up, then working the sensation down my length until I’m shuddering to hold back. As much as each sway and gyration of her hips undoes me, I can’t climax before Harlow. I won’t.
Lying back, I grab hold of her hips to pull her onto me completely and hold her still. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”
She keens in protest. “But I’m close.”
“I know.” I feel her tightening around me, clenching, clamping in desperate need.
Holy shit, she’s going to undo me if I don’t keep ruthless control over her every move.
“Noah…” She thrashes around to steal more sensation.
With one hand, I dig deeper into her flesh in warning. With the other, I tangle my fingers into her hair and force her to look at me. “Stop. Tonight, you’ll come when I want you to come. You’ll come because neither one of us can hold back for another second. And when that happens, you’re going to tell me you love me again. I’ll shout it back to you. Then you’ll collapse against me, panting and sated and sleepy. But I’ll just grab you again and start all over…” I press up beneath her, inching deeper inside her, gratified when she gasps because I know exactly where her sweet spot is and precisely how to stroke it repeatedly so she falls apart in my arms. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Please. Yes…”
“Please what?” I look into her eyes, telegraphing how much I need to hear her say who I am to her.
She meets my stare. Our gazes fuse.
“Please…husband.”
God, she’s perfect. She knows me, reads me, understands me. Harlow Weston utterly completes me.
