Page 93 of Broken Princess
Epilogue
Logan
Five years later
“Wake up, Logan.”
I grunted and rolled onto my back, keeping my eyes firmly shut. Willow’s melodic voice sounded in my ear again just a few seconds later.
“Come on. Time to get up.”
One warm hand moved beneath the sheets, stroking up and down my right leg. A slow smile spread across my face, and I opened one eye. “Keep going,” I commanded Willow as she stared down at me.
She gave me an impish smile that warmed my heart. Stopped it and restarted it, too, like every other smile she gave me.
“I was just trying to wake you up,” she said, yanking her hand away. “I let you sleep in because you seemed tired, but you need to get up now, because you’re due to walk Chloe down the aisle in two hours.” She stood and glanced at the thin gold watch on her left wrist. “Actually, it’s down to one hour and fifty-four minutes now.”
“That’s plenty of time. Get back over here,” I growled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back down to the bed.
“Logan!” she protested, playfully slapping my chest. “I’m already dressed.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said, reaching both hands up to her glorious tits.
The sound of fabric tearing made her gasp, and she looked down to see the front of her gown falling away. “Oh my god…”
“You’ve got plenty of other dresses. You can put one of them on after we’re done here.”
She giggled, and my cock grew impossibly hard from the sound. Hearing her laugh was one of the only things in this world that truly made me feel like a man. Her happiness was everything to me.
“You’re lucky you didn’t do this on our wedding day,” she murmured, arching a brow as she leaned over my face, lips only inches from mine. “If you destroyed that dress, I would’ve killed you.”
“I came pretty damn close to ripping it off you after I saw you walking down the aisle,” I replied, reaching one hand down to slap her ass.
We got married eight months after I proposed, in a garden on Fire Island. It was the first time the island was made accessible to non-Order people since the society was created over a hundred years ago, and while we got a little bit of pushback over that from a few of the oldest members, we decided it had to happen in the end. It was simply the perfect location for our wedding. Beautiful, private, and enough space in the mansion for every single guest.
Willow wore a stunning one-of-a-kind gown created by an old schoolfriend who’d gone into fashion design. I wore a tux and a massive grin which never faded away. And why would it? I was married to the most beautiful woman in the world.
I ripped the rest of Willow’s dress off and squeezed her tits, admiring the little golden piercings in her nipples. “I can’t believe you still have these.”
She lifted her brows. “Of course I do. I love them.” She looked into my eyes as she slowly slid one hand down the front of her panties. “I love this one more, though,” she said, rolling her fingertips over her clit piercing.
“Take those off. Right the fuck now,” I growled, giving her another slap on the ass.
She lay down and rolled onto her back before lifting her hips so she could pull off the panties. I stared at her nakedness with a hungry, heavy-lidded gaze and reached down to part her folds, pressing my thumb against her clit. She let out a soft mewl in response.
I kept devouring her body with my eyes as my thumb rubbed her in little circles. The wetter she was, the better it would be. Her cheeks flushed as I sped up my movements, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle a moan when I moved my free hand to her breasts and twirled her nipples between my fingers.
I slid one finger inside her, and she gasped and arched up slightly, lust flaring in her gaze. “More. Please….”
I didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead I slowly removed my finger, leaving her empty and gasping desperately. “Logan, please!”
“Turn over,” I commanded.
She did as I said, arching her back so her ass was high in the air. I moved behind her and ran one hand over her taut cheeks, admiring the handprint-shaped bruises I left there two days ago upon her insistence. She’d always loved it rough.
I lined my cock up at her entrance and pushed inside her, making her whimper as her tight walls stretched around me.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I grunted as I began to thrust, hard and fast.
