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Submission by all-consuming pleasure.
He knew, this was the ultimate pleasure for me.
And he wouldn’t stop until I utterly fell apart.
“Your tight little cunt is gonna milk my cock,” he told me, “and make me come.”
Oh, God.My hips twitched. I sucked back a breath.
“That’s it…” he coaxed. His voice was getting huskier.
I could tell he was getting close and it did me in. Inside, it felt like everything broke apart in the euphoric pulse. I thrashed uncontrollably as his slow thrusts and his warm, massaging thumb sent me flying again.
“Good girl,” he rasped. “Make Daddy come…” His voice broke on a groan.
My core contracted and my hips bucked hard. He thrust into me with a grunt, forcing me down, and he went still, his weight pinning me. I squeezed him as hard as I could as the pleasure washed through my body.
I felt his cock jerk inside my tight core as he released into me with a growl.
So hot.
He squeezed my throat, reminding me to keep quiet as he came. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, dripping down my temples as I trembled with the effort of holding back my sobs.
His eyes met mine, hazy and bright.“Jolie.”He breathed my name like it was pure, sweet air.
I shuddered in bliss and fucking died of happiness.
* * *
“You’ve killed me with happiness,” I told him, as we lay in the giant bathtub with the jets bubbling. Shane shut them off, and the ensuing silence was heavenly.
Just the two of us, alone, after the week of wedding chaos we’d just survived.
Our very large extended family had been here with us to celebrate the heck out of our love, and it was amazing.
But now I felt like I was getting my reward for all that wedding planning. Not just a beautiful wedding and a fantastic reception party, followed by fabulous wedding night sex, but a moment of silence and peace, pure bliss, in my husband’s strong arms. I lay wrapped in his legs, my head on his chest.
“You killed me long ago,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. Then he sighed. “When you almost left me. But that’s okay. We ended up in heaven, either way.”
“We did,” I agreed. I felt like I was floating on his love.
I’d felt this way for the last two years.
I’d settled into my life in Vancouver as if I’d never left. Madeleine had hired me back to Voilà Interiors, and within a year, we’d rebranded as Voilà Design House. She referred any of her clients her were getting married over to me. I helmed our wedding design service, and I was loving my job.
Especially when I got to design my own wedding, and Alyssa’s, too. My best friend had gotten married last spring.
Shane had retired from fighting shortly after we got engaged, and I was happy to see he’d never looked back. I never wanted him to give something up, especially for me, if it truly made him happy, and I didn’t want him to have any regrets. But he’d found a much more rewarding—and safe—fit for himself when he opened his own professional gym to support fighters and other athletes in the community.
He still trained hard because he loved it, and now he helped train other fighters, too. And he discovered something that he didn’t even know would be so important to him until he did it: giving back, supporting young fighters who didn’t have the means to afford great training, by sponsoring them into his gym.
His brothers worked out there, too.
He was happy with the work he was doing, and I knew, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, that he felt good doing work that made both me and his family proud.
In the end, it didn’t take four years to convince our families that what we had between us was true love, and that it was lasting. It only took two. And mostly that had nothing to do with our families anyway. That time was for us. For our relationship.
Time for us to just be, together.
