Page 56 of Forbidden Heroes

“Oh, Gideon!” I cry out.

“Now, Rosalee. I want you dripping with our mixed cum for what I have planned next.”

Next? I don’t know how much more I can take. My chest heaves with deep breaths, and my body quivers under his touch.

But my body hears the command in his voice and complies. I scream as my orgasm rolls through me, uncaring who may hear beyond our walls and door. Gideon takes that moment to reach around and stroke the rough pad of his thumb against my clit.

One touch. One stroke and I’m lost once again. But he doesn’t stop and neither does my rolling orgasm. It comes back to lap against all my live nerve endings like a wave in the ocean and I’m lost at sea.

My blood soars through my veins, and my heart is beating hard enough to cause me to see dots.

Gideon tunnels into me over and over his speed increases until he roars his own release. His strong arms are wrapped around me, and I anchor myself to his touch and strength, knowing he’ll keep me safe.

When my climax finally wanes to the point I can see, my gaze settles on our reflection and I’m left breathless at the sight of us intertwined. I thought the most erotic sight before this moment was the orgy, but I’m thoroughly proven wrong.

“Fucking beautiful. I’ll never get enough.”

He lifts the extra material of my dress and the sight of our joined bodies makes me horny all over again. He’s slowly rocking his hips, keeping my body primed and the small movements send our mixed juices down my thighs.

He unfastens the padded cuff from my left hand and pulls it to his lips. I shudder from the heat of his breath against my knuckles. His cock is buried inside me, and I clench my walls, forcing him to shudder against me.

“God, woman. You’re so fucking perfect for me.” He wraps an arm around me, supporting my weight while I regain my strength. Leaning into him, I feel his voice rumble against my back as he speaks.

He holds up a simple gold band in the palm of his hand. “Will you brighten my world and let me be the one to stand by your side for the rest of our lives?”

Every muscle in my body clenches, and I can feel Gideon’s spent dick still buried in my velvety walls harden.

I turn my head and hold his gaze our bodies connected in every way.

“Will you marry me, Rosalee? Will you take this ring as a symbol of my unending love for you?”

“It’s perfect, Gideon,” I say in a whisper. I’ve always been a simple down-to-earth kind of girl and that he’s picked up on that in the short time I’ve been his makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Something deeper than love.

I don’t notice my tears until he wipes one away. More fall as he slides the ring over my finger.

“Now get ready.”

Gideon has a devilish grin on his face, and I’m immediately suspicious. “Ready for what?”

He reaches up and unfastens the other cuff taking my wrist between his hands and rubbing the tender flesh. What does my newly minted fiancé have up his sleeve?

“Gideon?”

He pauses and something flits across his expression that has me going still in his arms.

He unties my mask, and my train of thought is quickly shifted as he pulls his cock from me and straightens my dress until I’m perfectly presentable.

Which has me nervous. But what really takes the cake and has me going slack-jawed is the priest walking through the door.

Gideon leans in for my ears only, his arms around my waist. “I’m going to marry you with my cum on your pretty, perfect little cunt and after we say the ‘I do’s’ I’m going to fuck my bought bride for the first time.”

Epilogue

Rosalee, One year later

Spring is quickly slipping into long summer days, and the warmth of the season makes me happy. So does coming home to him.

My husband. I never get tired of saying those two words.

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