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CHAPTER8
Shane
Ada fit against me like she’d been made for me, and for me alone. Her muscles shivered every once in a while, quiet little aftershocks of pleasure cascading through her for several long minutes as I held her.
When I’d come to the pub tonight, I had hoped she’d say yes. She hadn’t made it easy, and I hadn’t really expected her to, but when all was said and done, the way she’d done it had made me fall in love with her even more than I already was.
Her strength and perseverance beamed with as much radiance as the sun on a hot summer’s day. There was no question in my mind that she was a woman that could make it through anything and come out on top.
Ada Murphy was a badass, and she was going to walk down the aisle as my bride. She’d agreed to be mine, and I couldn’t be happier. I squeezed my arms a bit tighter around her, one hundred percent certain that I had just become the luckiest man alive. I’d earned her as my bride.
I peered back at the top of her head, enjoying the way the light played off her elegant, burgundy locks. Deep red mixed with a golden brown shone through like the remains of a long sizzling campfire. Her breathing slowed and her eyelids slid closed, her body fully relaxing against mine. Eventually, when she was ready, she pulled away just enough for her sparkling emerald eyes to find mine. The color was deeper than before, a luxuriously rich color that would rival any gemstone. One day, I’d buy her one just like it, but the jewel would have to be perfect.
“I’m going to have to start bringing a change of clothes for every time I run into you,” she whispered, her voice beautifully hoarse from the pleasure I’d torn from her gorgeous little body.
“That might be wise from now on,” I replied.
I made no move to rush her out of my lap. I was enjoying her naked body against mine. She shifted her legs and her cheeks reddened beautifully, telling me without any words at all that she was probably thinking about my come between her thighs right now.
Good.
It was going to stay there.
For a while longer, we cuddled together. Her fingers petted my chest, twirling the coarse hair smattered there, and I sighed, enjoying the feel of her feminine touch.
“I didn’t expect your belt to sting so much,” she whispered, her shameful arousal apparent on the edge of every syllable that left her lips.
“That was only a taste, sweet girl,” I murmured, and her body tensed viscerally in response. I dropped my hand to cup her well-marked backside, and she shifted subtly, like she was offering it to me despite everything that had happened between us already this evening. I slid my fingertips along one of the raised welts and she sighed audibly.
Had this been something she had been searching for all her life? Had she kept this need for forced surrender hidden all this time? Was I the first man to see that?
I didn’t plan on pressing the issue right now. I wouldn’t give her anymore of my belt tonight. Her satiety was written all over her body, from the soft blush on her cheeks to the way her thighs still trembled with sensation.
I kissed the top of her head, filing that single tidbit of information about my future wife away for the time being. She curled against me, her subdued nature as compelling as her everyday powerhouse persona.
She was sheer perfection.
Eventually, she moved to climb to her feet, and I offered her a hand, which I was pleased to see her take without a fight. Her movements were shaky at first, but she slowly found her footing. When she was ready, she walked over to the remains of her discarded dress. She picked up the torn lace of her bra and panties, sighing and giving me a pointed look when she found them unsalvageable.
“I wasn’t going to let you wear them anyway,” I said with a smirk, and her eyes narrowed with challenge.
“I’d like to see you try, big boy,” she challenged, and my balls squeezed with sudden desire.
“Careful, sassy girl, or you’re going to get fucked again,” I warned.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she teased with a bold wink, her gaze twinkling playfully.
I stood up and strode over to her, swinging my arm out and grabbing the back of her neck. I pulled her in close and stared into those gorgeous green eyes. There wasn’t even an ounce of her that backed down, and I adored her for it.
“Don’t worry, little girl. I’ll be more than ready to take care of thatveryneedy little pussy by the time I get you back to my place and in my bed,” I growled.
“If you say so,” she sassed, and I pulled her into a punishing kiss that pulled one delicious whimper from her lips after the next. Every noise she made was a decadent treat, and I kissed her for far longer than I’d intended just to hear several more.
When I finally convinced myself to pull away, I took the dress from her and turned it over in my hands. There were some ripped seams, but overall, it was still mostly intact as I slid it over her head.
“I can dress myself,” she scowled pointedly, and I shook my head. When she went to push my hands away, I quickly slapped between her thighs. I used the flats of my fingers, fully intending to leave a stinging impression across the still very swollen folds of her pussy. She squeaked in pained surprise, and I was rewarded with an equally delicious pout as she stepped from one foot to the other.
