Page 65 of Reluctantly His

This position was so much better.

It put all the pressure in the places inside of me that just felt magical. He didn’t wait for me to adjust. He pushed inside me over and over in a way that was brutal and almost violent.

His body bent over mine while I pushed up my hips and spread my knees to give him an even deeper angle. A move he rewarded, reaching in between my legs and strumming my clit with his fingers.

My head spun as I tried to process that he was saying something. I didn’t answer him fast enough, and his hand slammed down on my ass.

“Are you going to be my good girl and come on my cock, or do you need to be punished first?” He gave me another warning smack on my ass.

“I want to be your…” My words trailed off when he lowered my head and chest to the bed, flattening everything but my hips that were tilted at a more severe angle, putting just a little pressure on my lower back.

“Say it,” he demanded, and I realized the best part of this position.

I wasn’t facing him.

I could close my eyes and pretend I was someone else, someone who could give in to the carnal pleasure without the weight of her obligations. I could close my eyes and be anyone else who could freely enjoy Reid and give him everything she was.

I gave in to the fantasy. “I want to be your good girl.”

“What was that? Whose good girl do you want to be?” he asked, spanking me again.

His voice sounded a little off, like he had been running a marathon, and I loved it. He was losing himself in this as much as I was, and I needed it.

“Who do you belong to?” he barked, the slight pain adding to the immense pleasure.

“You,” I cried as I plummeted over the edge and screamed. “I’m yours!”

“You’re damn right, you’re mine.”

He continued to fuck me as I rode out my incredibly strong orgasm, until with a shout, he filled me with his hot come.

Reid lay on the bed next to me and pulled me in his arms so my back was pressed to his front, and he kissed my shoulders as my eyelids became too heavy to keep open.

I woke up hours later with his hands roaming my body, his lips pressed to the sensitive spot on my shoulder.

“Charlotte,” he whispered.

I didn’t dare answer him, in case speaking broke whatever spell we were under. Instead, I turned in his arms so I was facing him and pulled his face down to mine.

This time, when he took me, he was soft, gentle, and sweet.

His lips stayed on mine, and my legs wrapped around him while he pushed inside me deep and slow. It was different than before. This wasn’t a claiming. He wasn’t telling me he owned my innocence.

He was showing me affection, and it made my heart ache, and tears burned my eyes.

This was what I wanted my wedding night to be. This was the dream that I had been too afraid to even ponder.

I wanted a man who could take me with passion and wild abandon in one moment but in the next make love with a sweet, gentle disposition.

Reid was the best of both worlds, and I wanted him.

Only him.

I didn’t want to be with anyone else.

I didn’t want to be forced to marry someone through family obligations, who couldn’t make me feel the way Reid did.

“Don’t cry, Charlotte. Just stay here in this moment with me.” He kissed me again, and I did as I was told.

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