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Reaching for the keys in my pocket, I open the door before turning and picking her up in my arms. We may not have done a damn thing in any normal kind of way, but I’m going to try to do my best from here on out.
As I carry her over the threshold, she wraps her arms around me and buries her face in my neck. Instead of setting her down in the living room, I carry her straight toward our new bedroom. This is where we truly begin.
This is now our place.
Ours.
Everything is now ours, no longer mine and hers.
I didn’t think I would feel this way. I expected that I wanted to fuck her and lock her away in her room, to be kept until I was ready to fuck her again. Until I grew tired of her. But instead, I want to keep her.
Beside me.
Always.
Easing her down to her feet, I keep one arm wrapped tightly around her waist. The other I lift between us. I curl my fingers around her cheeks, my thumb pressing against one side, my four fingers sinking into the other.
Gripping her tightly, I push her downward, my hand falling from around her back. Her knees bend, and I don’t stop until she’s kneeling on the floor at my feet. Bending down slightly, I hold on to her face with one hand and wrap my other around the front of her throat.
“You’re mine, Claire. Your body is mine. You’re my bride. You are mine.”
She’s silent, but I don’t expect her to speak. I don’t think she can with the way I’m gripping her face. Pushing her head back slightly, I spit, watching my saliva slowly drip into her mouth, another way to claim her.
Soon, I’ll come in her mouth, on her face, her tits, and every single fucking part of her body, claiming every goddamn inch of her.
I watch as her nostrils flare the moment my saliva touches her lips and slips past them into her mouth and down her throat. She is fucking mine. And no man, no woman, no-fucking-body will ever touch her again.
Before I can ask her for anything, before I can demand a single fucking thing from her, she reaches for the belt of my tux pants and begins to unbuckle it. Keeping my hands where they are, one gripping her face, the other firmly grasping her throat, I allow her this control.
Claire releases them, and my pants drop to my ankles as she wraps her fingers around my length. She strokes me once, twice, three times before I release my fingers from her face. Keeping my other hand around her throat, I guide her mouth toward my hard length.
She takes me inside her mouth as far as she’s able, and I can feel her neck bulge from the intrusion of my cock down her throat. Dipping my chin, I don’t break eye contact with her. My gaze stays focused on hers as I hold her still and thrust my hips, fucking her mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck your cunt and make you come,” I murmur.
She moans, the noise vibrating through my entire body. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I can’t look away from her. My focus is and continues to stay on her eyes. I am trying to ensure that I don’t hurt her in any way. But fuck me, I want to fuck her mouth so hard that she can’t breathe.
It takes every single ounce of my self-control not to hurt her. Every. Single. Ounce. I’m not sure what else to do. My heart slams against my chest as my balls ache and my back tingles. My orgasm is coming. It’s on the edge, dangling and threatening to spill over.
I take a step back, groaning at the loss of her warm mouth and throat wrapped around my cock. Tipping my chin, I look down at her. Saliva drips from her mouth. She’s still dressed in her virgin-white lace wedding dress, her hair and makeup somewhat still perfect, but not for long.
I’m going to mess her up and keep her that way… just for me.
Just for fucking me.
Nobody else. Ever.
ChapterNineteen
CLAIRE
He.
Spit.
In.
My.
