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A shiver goes through me as I’m reminded of how he said the same thing the night we were first married, a night so different from this one. It feels so far away now, as if so much has changed, even though it hasn’t been that long at all.
“Please,” I whisper, looking up at his handsome face, and once again there’s so much more in that word. I need him, that rising desire so much more than just lust, but a desperate need to reconsummate our union all over again. I feel nervous, almost like it’s the first night, almost like it’sthatnight, but I know there’s nothing to fear anymore. Everything that could have hurt us, that could have kept us apart, we’ve fought through.
Gently, he turns me, his fingers working their way down the row of buttons as he leans forward and kisses my neck lightly. I shiver as I feel his lips at the nape of my neck, caressing, his fingers sliding down my spine as he parts the fabric of my wedding dress bit by bit.
What Niall has given me today is so much more than anything else before. After everything that’s happened between us, he’s given me his trust, his future, the promise of a lifetime together and all the love to go along with it. I want to turn in his arms and kiss him, drag him down to the bed still in our wedding clothes, but I stand there, letting him go as slowly as he wants, wanting at the same time to draw out the moment as long as possible.
He lets the fabric slide down my body, and I hear the low, groaning chuckle that he makes when he sees what I have on underneath it.
“Red, hm?” Niall reaches for my waist, his hands brushing over the red lace corset I’m wearing, turning me in his arms again so he can look down at me. “I take back what I said about that robe. I thinkthismight be my favorite.”
He kisses me again, soft and slow, his hands tracing the boning of the corset as he trails his tongue over my lower lip. “I’d planned on having you naked tonight, but now—I’m not so sure I want to take this off.”
I feel a flush of heat over my skin, the dampness between my thighs, the ache of needing him. I arch into him, pressing my hands against his chest as I start to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. I moan softly when his fingers brush through my hair, pulling the sapphire hair comb loose, and when he pulls me closer I can feel how hard he already is.
“I’m glad it’s you,” Niall murmurs, his lips lightly brushing mine as I start to shed his clothes, backing me towards the bed. “Even when I didn’t know what this was going to be, I’m so glad I found you.” His voice slides over me, rough with desire, and I suck in a breath as his hand slides lower, cupping the curve of my ass in the red lace.
“I’m glad you’re not angry with me anymore,” I breathe, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m glad that even after everything, you still want me.”
“I always will. Isabella—” He breathes my name, deepening the kiss, “I love you.”
We tumble onto the bed together, his arms around me as I push his suit trousers over his hips, revealing him already thick and hard and ready for me. He groans as I touch him, deepening the kiss, hot and hungry and a hundred times more lewd than the kiss he gave me after we said our vows. His tongue pushes into my mouth like I know he wants to push his cock into my body, and I grind against him, feeling his hot skin burning through the lace of my lingerie.
“I wanted this to be sweet and slow,” he growls, his hand tightening in my hair. “But you’re going to drive me crazy. I’m so fucking hard for you—”
“Good.” I arch against him again, stroking his thick length with my hand. “I love touching you, feeling how much you want me—”
His fingers slide between my thighs, teasing me right back, slipping under the red lace of my panties. His tongue mimics the thrust of his fingers as he pushes them inside of me, groaning when he feels how wet I am. I feel hollow even with his fingers inside of me, aching, wanting more, and I grind down onto his hand as I kiss him deeper, gasping against his mouth.
“I want you,” I whisper, tightening my hand around his cock. “Please—”
“No, lass. I’m going to make you come like this first, begging for it,” Niall murmurs. “And then, when I think you’re good and ready, I’ll fill you up.”
He more than makes good on his promise. Every stroke of his fingers pushes me higher, curling inside of me, thrusting, his slow kisses only amplifying the desire. “Slow, lass,” he murmurs. “I want all night with you.”
“Every night,” I whisper, nipping at his lower lip as I feel my orgasm build, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “Oh god—Niall—”
I stroke his cock faster as he pushes me closer to climax, riding his fingers with a desperate urge for the pleasure just in front of me.
He kisses me harder, deeper, and it hits me, rolling over me in waves as I moan into the kiss, arching hard against him. I’m still clenching on his fingers, still spasming with pleasure when he rolls onto his back, taking me with him.
“This way I can see you in that lingerie,” he groans, his gaze raking lustily over me. “So fucking beautiful—” His fingers pull my panties to one side as I straddle him, exposing my shaved, swollen, drenched pussy, and he groans again, biting his lip as he rubs the fingers of his other hand over my sensitive, throbbing clit.
“Mm, so wet for me.” Niall shifts, angling his cock between my thighs. “I love how soaked you get every time, lass, so eager for my cock.”
I can’t imagine evernotwanting him. I love everything about being with him like this—the sight of his muscled, hard body stretched out beneath me, the hungry way he looks at me, the sure, confident touches of his hands that bring me so much pleasure every time. The way his jaw tightens as I feel myself nudge against his thick cockhead, my swollen wet flesh starting to envelop him. Even as wet as I am, he feels so thick, and Niall arches his hips up, too needy to wait long for me.
“That’s it, lass, fill yourself up with my cock,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Fuck yourself with it, Isabella.”
I toss my head back, moaning, sliding down another inch as ripples of pleasure wash over me, hearing him say my name in that sinful, rolling accent. I love this, love taking him inside of me, love watching his jaw tense and jump as he holds himself back from thrusting into me hard. He holds my panties to one side, his gaze hot as he watches me envelop him, stretching around him. “Fuck,” he hisses as I slide down further, clenching around his cock, his entire body shuddering.
“I’m always torn between watching you like this, and flipping you onto your back and fucking you as hard as I can,” he murmurs, his hands tightening on my hips. “You drive me mad, Isabella. I want to be tender with you, and I want to fuck you raw, until you’re screaming, all at the same time.”
“Why not both?” I gasp, moaning with pleasure as I sink the last few inches, settling down atop the thick length of his cock, my hands planted on his chest as I rock down onto him.
“Aye, I plan to do both as often as I can.” He tilts his hips up, moving deeper, eliciting a gasp from me as he does. “You look so fucking gorgeous on my cock—fuck me, lass. Fuck me hard.”
Finding a rhythm on top was the hardest thing for me, at first, but now after so many times, I find myself quickly able to roll my hips, sliding up and down the length of his cock, grinding against him, driving him wild with the sway and thrust of my body. I feel his hips jerk, pushing deeper again and again, struggling not to take over as he watches me ride him with a hungry heat in his eyes that spurs my pleasure on, too. He holds my panties to one side, watching, until I see the frustration mount in his face.
