Page 101 of Before We Came


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“Yours.”

I grip her waist as I lift her, then thrust her back down on me, plunging myself further. Her moans and whimpers are enough to get me off right now.

“And who decides if you’re going to come?”

“You.”

Thrust.

“Will you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes.”

Thrust.

“Will you be a good wife for me too?”

She pauses.

“What? Lonan, I...”

I don’t move. She clenches her jaw and grips my shoulders, trying to hold off her orgasm.

“Come on, sweetheart—I’m done playing. Whose wife are you?”

She clenches up on me like she’s going to come.Oh, hell no.I pull out and pinch her clit. Hard.

“Don’t you dare come until I say so.”

I cup her face in my hands. “Listen closely to me. If you think what we’re doing right now is just a hookup, you need to open those big gray eyes and look around. I’m all in with you. So I want all of you in return. You are the only woman who will ever own my heart, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you tear it apart either. I won’t accept anything less than forever from you. Do you understand?”

She chokes out a sob, and her eyes mist over. She nods frantically.Here we go.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, so you better answer me this time, or this hungry little cunt will starve tonight.” I swipe a tear with my thumb. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

Her hands gently tremble, and she bites her lip. We stare at each other, both preparing for what I’m about to ask.

“Bridget Hayes, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she cries, smiling. Hooking her arm around the nape of my neck, she kisses me with more emotion than I’ve ever felt in a kiss.

I sink my cock as deep as I can, and a tremor starts in her core and wraps around my length. She’s trying so hard not to come, but I’m done making her wait.

“Come for me, baby.”

She’s unable to confine the scream that bursts from her throat, and I fall right after her.

“You are mine.” She pulses around me. “You will always be mine.”

“Forever,” she answers.

She collapses into me, and we shower each other with deep, slow kisses.

“Take us home,” she hums.

Then she kisses me again, sweeping her tongue across my lips and turning me on all over again. Her fingers run through my hair, and I hold her body to mine, feeling her warmth and memorizing everything about this moment. The smell of her perfume mixed with sex, the feel of her naked skin pressed against mine, the sound of her breathing, the taste of her lips, the beating in my heart filled with adoration for her. My Bridget.

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