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The cool sand crumbles beneath us as we move down the aisle. My husband waits for me and I want to run to him. Everything fades away as I move, watching the way his face takes all of me in. I’m floating towards him when I finally let my brothers go, he immediately pulls me to him for a kiss.
The ceremony begins and it’s my turn to renew my vows.
Facing my husband, I take a deep breath and his smile warms me from my head to my toes.
“Harrison, falling for you wasn’t what I expected at all. I always thought that falling in love would be like riding on a rollercoaster. But with you, it was like walking into a place and instantly feeling like I was home. Before you, I felt like I was swimming, barely keeping my head above water, with no one to grasp onto for help or support. And then you appeared in my life; calm, steady. Mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m sure as hell not giving you up. I can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you, baby.”
Harrison looks at me with complete and utter awe, his big brown eyes glistening with emotion as he keeps his focus solely on me.
“Harrison, would you like to say your vows?” He nods, never breaking our connection, and clears his throat.
“Zoey, I know everything we’ve done has been upside down, but truth be told, I’m okay with that becauseyouturned me upside down. You collided into me on that plane, and deep down, I knew I didn’t ever want to let you walk away. And I never will because I choose you, Zoey Clarke. I’d choose you every day without pause, without a doubt, over and over because you are my person. I love you, sweetheart.”
And I believe every word that he says.
“You may now kiss the bride… again.”
Chapter 47
Zoey
Westumblebackwardsintoour honeymoon suite, our bodies slick with rainwater and our clothes entirely part of our skin now. Turns out the weather can be unpredictable in Thailand. It rained just before our ceremony, and we got caught in a downpour just as we were walking to get back here.
Despite the chill from the rain, my body pulses with piping hot want for my husband. The need to explore every inch of his body is the only thing I can think of as we paw at each other. Luckily, he has the same idea. His hands move over my wet clothed body as our lips collide, both battling for dominance over the other. When I begin to relent and give him a little control, I know he senses it. His hands grip me against his hard body as he walks us to our bedroom.
His deep brown eyes are almost black with desire as he looks down at me. I pause at his gaze, pleading silently to him. I want him to take control. I want to succumb to every carnal desire pulsing through my body right now. I need him. And just like always, it’s like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Do you need me to take control right now, Zoey? Do you need me to find out just how badly your pussy needs my dick?” His voice is laced with a roughness that I find completely consuming.
I nod feverishly, a blush creeping over my body, drawing out the most delicious heat, partly from the surprise that he is so dirty and how he changes from being a sweet, wholesome guy to someone who says pussy and dick in the same sentence with ease.Props to the man.
Honestly, no man has ever taken control of me like he does. I’ve spent my whole life making my own decisions, and that includes sexually too. I stay in control because that’s what I’m comfortable with, but this freedom that whispers in the air, the power of saying yes and giving over my control to my husband is making me delirious. It’s more than trusting him, it’s having the knowledge that he knows exactly what I need because he needs it too.
Harrison spins me so my back is to his front as we walk forward. His hands trail roughly down my ribcage over my wedding dress, making my back arch into his touch.
“I’ve got you,” he purrs into my ear, calming my erratic heartbeat, thrashing against my ribs. And I know with every fibre of my being that he’s got me, he’s always got me.
When we reach the bed, he turns me to face him again. His warm gaze captures me as I watch his tongue dart out, wetting his bottom lip. I mirror his movement, licking my own lips and before I can think, his hot, wet tongue is in my mouth, claiming my own.
He trails feverish kisses along my jaw, then he licks a trail between my collarbone to behind my ear. The cool air from the air conditioning touches my damp skin, sending a shiver directly to my core. I whimper as Harrison undoes the zip of my dress and more cold air puckers my nipples. His fingers move skilfully to remove my wet clothing and his follow shortly after with a slap to the wooden floor below.
“Damn, my wife is so fucking beautiful,” he purrs, bending to take a nipple in his heated mouth.
My head throws back as I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to my body. “Ohhh my God,” I whisper with a moan.
He pops his mouth off me, and I whimper at the loss of contact. “On the bed, arse in the air. Show me that beautiful pussy that I’m going to spend all night fucking.”
I groan as I back towards the bed. When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, I turn and crawl, swaying my hips seductively, hearing him curse behind me. The bed dips, and the heat of him being near is almost as intoxicating as him actually touching me. The ache in my body intensifies with how close, yet far, he is from me.
Without warning, he slides one thick finger inside of me, followed quickly by another. “Oh God, yesss,” I hiss as he stretches me. The burn turns rapidly into a white-hot jolt of pleasure that I crave. I drop onto my forearms, silently begging him for more as my nails dig into the duvet.
“I love how wet you are,” he purrs behind me. Lowering his body closer to mine, enough that I feel his erection graze over my bare flesh. His weight causes my body to dip lower, and my nipples graze the duvet, but there’s not enough friction. Sparks of need fire down my spine. I feel like I might combust if he doesn’t give me more.
My head falls forward as a moan erupts from my throat, enjoying the feeling of being full of him as he strokes and curls his fingers inside me, taking me closer to the edge.
“Hmm, that’s my girl,” he coos in my ear, his hot breath fanning across my skin like wildfire. “Your pussy is biting for more from my fingers. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you, feel you tighten around me and coat me with your cum so I can fill you with mine.”
My mouth is dry, my pussy is full, and my mind is losing the battle to give in to the pressure building inside me. I need to come.
