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He pulls me into his arms tucking me into his chest. He kisses the crown of my head. “I almost let the truth of their words force me to do the right thing — let you go. Then I sawyou standing there looking beautiful, mad as hell saying never to contact you again. I knew then I would be selfish as well as unworthy because I won’t give you up and I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”
“Hisashi, no.” I rise cupping his face. Shaking my head. “No one is taking me away from you.”
The fierce protectiveness, edged with tender obsession twists my heart. I know he means it.
Chapter
Six
Taylor
Strong arms tightenaround me as I shift in the early morning feeling a hard pressure against the crease of my bottom.
“Hm,” he groans grumpily in my ear. “Stop moving.” Shifting himself, he causes the thick head of his dick to press against my slick entrance.
“Fuck, Tay-chan how are you so wet for me already, babe?” Pressing in he doesn’t stop when I gasp from him stretching me to fit around his dick, instead he reaches in front of me and starts working my clit.
In an embarrassing short time the head is distended, slippery and drenching his fingers. “Hisashi,” I whisper, pushing back taking more of him inside of me. It hurts so deliciously. I can’t seem to stop myself from seeking more and more of the sweet achy sensation he’s evoking in me.
“Yes, love, take your pleasure from me.” His other hand reaches for my breast, squeezing one, then the other. “So fuckingpretty. So fucking mine.” The possessive tenor of his voice has me clenching around him as he beats up into my pussy like he’s trying to own it. I love what he’s doing to me. I start moving, meeting his rhythm. “Yes, that’s right,” he whispers, his filthy sweet nothings in my ear. “Fuck me back.”
He fingers draw swift spirals over my clit pushing me hard over the edge. “Ohmygoodness,” I gasp, shuddering as my climax claims me.
“Hai,” he growls, “such a good girl coming so hard for me, little dove.” He thrusts hard spilling hot come inside of me. He holds me so close kissing the shell of my ear. “You’re so it for to me, little dove,” he whispers.
“Well, you’re good to me, so there’s that.” Bending my head, I reach for the hand resting on my breast bringing it to my mouth for a kiss.
He cups my cheek turning my head to face him. “We’re getting married today.”
I sit up unable to hide my surprise. “Today? What about our families?”
He sits up, pulling his knee close to his body and draping his arm over it. “I let you see my tattoo. It’s forbidden. Far more so than anything you can imagine. If I wasn’t going to marry you immediately to protect you, then I would have never taken you last night.” He rakes his hand through his hair, ruffling it. I don’t try to pretend I understand.
“We can have a more formal ceremony later with both our families, but we are getting married today. Everyone will know you saw my tattoo, Tay-chan. They probably already believe it so.” He stands, then holds his hand out for me. “Come, let’s shower. We have a long day.”
Three hours later we are Mr. and Mrs. Hisashi Takeda even though I’m terrified of the anger and disapproval. I decide to doas my husband says, “You can’t live for other people, little dove. That way is the path to misery.”
No. I decided to live for us.
Later that night as he rubs my feet that are sore from walking all over Tokyo to take care of the getting marriage business and the fun day he planned. Taking me to get bubble teas, street sushi, and a food tour of all the best hideaway spots in all the city. He even took me to a little kabuki theater that was exclusive and only had a select few people there.
“Thank you for this day.” I smile over to him. My feet seem to be swallowed up by his big hands with long elegant fingers working the knots out. I can’t help but moan when he works one particular ache out I have in my arch. His fingers work up through between my toes. My eyes roll in pleasure. “This is bliss.”
“I would think last night was bliss,” he comments wryly.
Pulling my foot back I sit up then crawl over the cushions until I’m half lying on top of him.
“That goes without saying, Mr. Takeda.” Wrapping my arms around his neck I sink into his hard body. He settles me more fully on top of him. “Aishiteru yo,” I whisper, knowing it’s not common in his language to say the actual words, “I love you”. I decide I will tell him as often as possible because it is the truth. I love my husband.
He pulls back his eyes warm, tangled with a subtle darkness I’ve come to find almost comfortable. This kind of regard would probably frighten another woman, but I find myself preening. “Aishiteru yo,” he says in a way more musing than I expect it. Then I realize he’s mulling my words, my love over and over. Finally, he nods as if coming to a conclusion he’s trying to rationalize. “Yes, you love me as I love you, Ms. Takeda,” he states as if he’s trying to make this be so when it actually is.
He pauses looking me over. “You’ve had a very tiring day.”
I nod, a slow smile spreading across my lips. He’s taking such care with me. The urge to tell him that I’m not that fragile builds inside as I see the indecision playing over his face.
“Are you still sore from last night and earlier?” I’m already shaking my head.
He catches the movement. He starts slowly dragging my leg closer and closer then scooting up until he’s sandwiched sideways. In one sweep he pulls me until I’m straddling him.
