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From the look on her face, Henry knew he’d be dancing all night. It didn’t matter though. No matter what fight he put up, he knew in the end, he was Bre’s loyal subject. Ready and willing to give her whatever she wanted.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bre groaned at the feel of Henry sliding in and out of her body. His cock sliding in and out of her wet heat set her body on fire. “Harder,” she demanded as her back smacked against the vanity in her room. Since moving into Rochester House, Bre and Henry fucked against almost every available surface of the house.
“Fuck love, I’m close,” Henry mumbled against her breast. She knew from the noises he was making that her fiancé was minutes away from losing her shit. The thrill of getting caught always turned him on, and the idea of being walked in before their wedding made Henry particularly hot.
“I’m so close,” she mumbled out as she strained her body, chasing the explosive orgasm Henry’s cock promised her. The feel of his lip sucking her nipple sparked the flame, but her orgasm felt elusive. Bre blamed the stress of the day.
“Relax, I’ve got you,” Henry ordered as he removed his mouth from her breast and shifted, so his stiff fingers found her slit.
“Fuck,” she breathed out her vision going hazy as the friction built a fire within her.
“Come for me,” Henry demanded as he fucked her into oblivion. Her soon-to-be husband knew exactly how to play her body, and his words set off an explosion of color behind her eyes.
Henry growled in her ear as he too found his completion.
“Wow, “ Bre said as her breathing returned to normal.
Henry peppered kisses against her now sweaty hairline. “You look beautiful.”
“I look a mess. Astrid is going to have me flogged for ruining my hair, and makeup,” Bre paused, “and probably my dress too.”
Bre knew it was probably inappropriate for her and Henry to fuck moments before they were due to walk down the aisle, hell, it was considered bad luck to just see one another before the wedding, but Bre did not care. The feelings Henry elicited in her body were well worth some mussed hair.
“Astrid will live,” he told her as he pulled out of her body. “But just in case I suggest we get ourselves together before she comes looking for the two of us.”
Bre giggled at the thought. Astrid had been home for some months now living with Bre and Henry at Rochester house, which meant that she sometimes walked in on the two of them in compromising positions.
“I supposed I’ll see you in a few minutes anyway,” Bre pouted as she straightened her dress. “We should have eloped,” she told him dreading the idea of walking across several hundred guests to express her love to the man before her.
“You look lovely,” he said once more tenderly moving one of her curls off her face. Bre marveled at how far they’d come in only a year. From fake fiancé to future Duchess. “Are you ready to be mine forever?” Henry asked, kissing her soundly.
“Yes, M’lord,” Bre told him breathlessly a smile forming across her face as she thought of the fantastic future ahead of them. “I love you,” she told him watching his face light up at her words.
“I love you too,” Henry said, and her soul soared knowing that as long as they loved each other, everything would be alright.
