Page 117 of Serpent King's Revenge

“Glad you didn’t kill me?” she asked.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned.

Then I was fucking her hard, fast and deep. Everything else fell away. It was just us. The world outside didn't exist anymore.

Abby met each thrust with a soft cry or moan, her body undulating beneath mine. She grabbed my face, kissing me with desperation as our bodies collided, skin slapping against skin, muscles straining.

I thrust harder, my heart pounding with each downstroke. My cock slid in and out of her with ease, slick with arousal. She was so wet, so perfect. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in deeper.

"Fuck, Nathan," she panted, "I'm so close. Don't stop."

“You love the way I fuck you, don’t you?” I asked, gasping for breath.

Abby let out a throaty laugh. “Of course. I’m your whore, remember?”

“Good girl,” I growled, thrusting deeper.

She bit her lip, a look of pure pleasure on her face. I could see her emotions as if they were on display for the world to see. She wanted this, needed it.

We were made for each other.

“Abby,” I whispered, my voice raw and hoarse. “I love you.”

She smiled, her eyes glistening. “I love…I love you too, Nathan…oh fuck…”

Then she was clenching around me, her body twitching, shaking. She grabbed me by the neck and pulled herself up until she was clinging to me, our tongues tangling together, her moans filling my ears, my lungs.

I loved her.

I loved her so much I couldn’t breathe.

And she was all mine…for the rest of our lives.

At just the thought of it, I felt myself following her over the edge—and my body shuddered a moment later, my cock aching as I exploded inside her. Abby moaned, parted from my lips, met my eyes. She was my avenging goddess, my viper queen.

I’d give her everything I had.

I felt the final moments fade…felt her go limp. Together, we slumped to the bed, my softening cock still inside her.

Her voice came to me soft and slow…fingers tangling in my hair, brushing through it.

“Does this count as a honeymoon?” she was asking.

I raised my head to give her a quizzical look—and she burst out laughing. I scowled, shaking my head.

“Your face,” she laughed. “I swear…sometimes I think you’re hilarious, other times you can’t seem to take a joke.”

I propped myself on my elbow, pulled out. “I told you we’re having a real wedding,” I chided. “So yesterday didn’t count.”

“But you called me Mrs. Zhou.”

“Would you prefer ‘hole?’”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

I fixed my gaze on her, couldn’t suppress the smile that crept over my features. She laughed and raised her head to kiss me on the cheek.

“Where will we go for our honeymoon?” she asked.

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