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My back arches. Everything goes black for half a second. He’s massive, thick, splits me in half in all the best ways.
Then he’s fucking me. Slowly, gently at first, gliding in and out of my absolutely drenched pussy. I look back and he kisses me, grabbing my hair, squeezing my ass, gripping my hips.
“Incredible,” he groans. “Every inch of you feels like heaven.”
“Same to you,” I whimper as he starts to fuck me faster. “But this is still a one-time thing.”
He laughs, going deeper, fucking me harder until I’m lost in the movements, in the motions and the moment, grinding our bodies together in that perfect dance. He pulls me against him, hands exploring my breasts, mouth nibbling my neck, until he moves back and drags me down on top of him.
I straddle him and slide back, whispering his name as I ride, grinding my hips back and down into him, hands on his chest. He thrusts into me, and all I can hear is breathing, moans, gasps, the sound of his palm against my ass, until the pleasure’s growing again.
This time, it’s a glow. Slow and sensual. Not a tension, not an explosion, but something better. It builds from deep inside my core until I can’t stop it anymore. I lean down, burying his mouth with mine, and I come as he keeps fucking me. I come, and he doesn’t stop, fucking me deeper, faster, until I feel his heat fill between my legs, his moans echoing down my throat.
We finish in tangled sheets. He pulls me against him, one strong arm wrapped around my back. His heart’s hammering and I let myself drift, shocked at the sudden wave of exhaustion that threatens to overwhelm me.
“What do we do now?” I whisper, shivering as a sudden wave of tingles rolls down my spine. He’s stroking my back with his fingertips.
“Wait until we’re ready do that again.”
I grin but try to hide it. “I told you. One-time thing.”
“And I told you, you’re lying.”
“Test me. Find out.”
“You tried to get away once already. Think you’ll do better this time?”
“Fair point. I am pretty exhausted. Turns out nearly getting killed really takes it out of you.”
“You get used to it eventually.” His mouth nuzzles against my neck. “We’ll stay here tonight.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I have a plane at a nearby airport. We’ll take that back to Boston.”
“Boston?” I adjust so I can see his face. “Why Boston?”
“I need to present you to the family.”
“But we aren’t married yet.”
“We’ll fill out the contract and the paperwork on the plane. A friendly judge in the city will file it, and a few days from now, it’ll be official.”
“Right. We’ll be husband and wife.” I stare at the line of his jaw before turning my back to him again. He doesn’t let me go. “You haven’t even gotten me a ring.”
“Do you want one?”
“No. Not really.” I close my eyes, yawning. “Would’ve been nice though. A big proposal. A huge wedding. The works.”
His breath presses against the back of my neck. “If that’s what you want, we can make it happen.”
“Nah, I’m kidding. I ran away from one big wedding already, remember? Let’s not make it a habit.”
“Fair point.” He squeezes me tight against him. “Go to sleep, princess. Tomorrow, you’re getting married.”
“That’s what I thought about today. See how that worked out?” I feel myself drifting. My thoughts getting heavy. I should shower, brush my teeth, do something. But I have no toiletries, no toothbrush, not even a clean pair of underwear to change into.
“You’ll find I’m a whole different beast from Rustik, my princess,” he whispers as I fall deeper, afraid that he’s right.
Chapter 10
Liam
The plane lands in Boston at noon the next day.
Alisa’s wearing all black, like the opposite of a wedding. I’d say she did it on purpose, except I’m the one that bought all her clothes.
“I never thought I’d be so happy to have shoes on,” she mutters as we disembark onto the runway. She thanks the captain and the flight attendant as she heads toward the terminal, looking a little dazed. “Where are we right now anyway?”
“Private terminal near Logan International.” I pause, looking over my shoulder, as the last member of our flight ambles out. My West Coast lawyer is a balding man in his early forties with a spare tire around the middle and a cheap gray suit, but his legal work is rock solid. If I could’ve avoided having him on our long flight, I would have. That four hours would’ve been much nicer with only my new wife as company. “Eugene, papers please.”
Eugene hands me a dossier. Inside is the contract we drew up with the legally binding rules for my relationship with Alisa along with the marriage documents. “I have copies I’ll deliver to Judge Peterson personally.”
“Thank you. Good work.”
