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She hiccups as I rock her gently. My vixen is a woman, but her parents tried to hobble her, to stunt her with their vicious notions of keeping her locked away until they could sell her. She’s working through it, but it doesn’t come without its troubles. I only wish I could take away these growing pains, because she’s had enough hardness in her life, enough coldness and loneliness.
“College?” she whispers.
“Yes.” I kiss her hair. “Plenty of students start when they’re a little older, not right out of high school. You’ll fit right in.” I know she was born to stand out, but I can feel her desire to be normal warring with that spark inside her that sets her apart. She can have both. And I’ll be right there with her, welcoming her home every day and keeping a close eye on any college frat punk who tries to talk to her. “I thought about moving you closer to Boston so you could attend one of the Ivy Leagues, but then I thought you might like—”
“Don’t.” She pulls back, her eyes glistening. “Don’t send me away.”
My heart seems to burn for her when she clutches me close, worry coating her words. “Never.” I wipe the wetness from her cheeks as more tears fall. “I wouldn’t let you go without me.”
She sighs. “Good.” She rests against my chest again, then mumbles half-heartedly, “I couldn’t kill you if we were apart.”
“Of course.” I stroke her back as her tears subside. “So I chose the college in town. It’s not Ivy, but not too shabby either. Their art program is ranked at number three in the nation. I expect we’ll spend your summers abroad or in New York, loading you up with all the art knowledge you can handle.” I pause. “But if you’d rather not—”
“No.” She straightens and looks at me with a warmth that lights her up from the inside. “I want this. With you.” Her lip trembles a little, but she gets it under control. “I never thought I’d get out of my parents’ house, much less go to college. I always wanted it.” Her eyes cloud for a moment. “It’s how they tricked me into going with them to the chapel where we got married. I thought I was going to college.”
“I’m sorry.” I press my forehead to hers. “I’m sorry they lied to you, and it hurts me more than I can say that you regret marrying me, but—”
“I don’t.”
I still.
She cups my face in her palms. “I admit I was angry at first, and I’m still mad—but not at you. At my parents.” She takes a deep breath. “You.”
“Me?” I broach.
“You saw me. Me, broken pieces and all. And you wanted me anyway.” Her eyes water again. “I thought I was sold, but really I was freed. You took me out of my cage and gave me what I thought I’d never have. Choices. A chance. And—” She nibbles her lip. “Love.”
“I love you so much.” I can’t even describe it. I’ve never felt it, not until I saw her at her parents’ house, her eyes downcast with dark circles beneath, but a livewire mind underneath and a devious smile that could charm the devil.
She gives a quick nod, as if coming to a decision. “Luke Knight?”
“Yes.” My blood hums her name.
“I love you.”
I kiss her, claiming her mouth the same way she claimed my heart. No warning, no mercy.
She melts for me, her arms wrapping around my neck as I hold her close, taking every breath. When she makes a soft whimper, I slide my hand up her thigh and tease the edge of her panties. She spreads her legs for me, and I need no more invitation, my fingers pushing aside her lacy panties and sliding up her wet slit.
My cock is already hard, but I want to reward her, to show my love through my restraint. I stroke her clit slowly, building her fire one stick at a time as I continue making love to her mouth. When I press my finger inside her, she throws her head back, and I kiss her throat, sucking and leaving my mark as I pulse inside her, feeling her wet warmth, the heaven that I hunger for at all times.
“Luke,” she pants as I add a finger, stretching her, then drag them back to her clit.
I stroke her the way I know she likes, small circles again and again over that little ball of nerves. She’s a kitten in my arms, and I have complete control, but I only use it to please her, to give her what she wants but in my own time, my own way.
She gasps when I press harder, my fingers strumming her as her hips work me, her thigh pressing against my cock with each undulation.
I grit my teeth, the need to fuck her riding me hard. But I want to make her come first. So I stroke her and lick down her throat. Her dress and bra do nothing to hide her hard nipples from me, so I nibble one with my teeth.
She arches her back, her hands in my hair, her hips moving wildly. When I bite harder, she comes, her body tensing as I keep giving her what she needs, stroking her sweet pussy as she falls apart, each wave of pleasure coming out of her on a moan. Fuck, I love that sound. I keep it going for as long as I can. Until she’s spent, until she’s panting against me, until she tries to close her knees.
“Not a chance, my little vixen.” I set her on the bed and quickly free my cock.
She shucks her wet panties and tosses them across the room. I grip her hips and roll her to her stomach.
When I thrust inside her, my body goes taut. I’m home. Gripping her shoulder, I pull her back onto my cock, riding her rough as she moans and lifts herself away from the bed so she’s on all fours.
I pull her up and wrap one arm around her waist as she turns her head and kisses me. Fucking her like this is almost too much to bear. My love. My heart. My sexy vixen giving all of herself to me like I’ve wanted from the day we met.
