Page 35 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 3

“Maia, you feel so fucking perfect,” he said before taking my mouth in a drugging, sensual kiss.

His hips moved with ease, back and forth taking me almost gently, no…reverently.

Bliss wove through my veins starting at my core and spreading out, lighting up every nerve ending until I was but a spark away from exploding. Then he shoved his free hand under my ass and ground himself against me, his pelvis crushing my clit, like striking a match.

I exploded from the inside out, a silent cry leaving my lungs as he picked up the pace, his hips thrusting with intent. I wrapped my legs and one arm around his body and clung to him, the orgasm going on and on, feeling like it would never stop. Something inside was being stroked over and over with each thrust and I was headed straight for another cliff.

“That’s right, baby. Get there again. Squeeze my cock hard. Feels so good. I’ll never get enough, Maia.” He ramped up the pace, going deeper, pushing harder. “Never get enough of you. Never get enough of this sweet fucking body. Not ever.” He growled, let go of my hand, and slid both under my back to cradle me closer, cupping my shoulders from underneath.

He used this new leverage and went to town, plunging his cock in and drawing it out almost to the tip, before slamming back inside. With each thrust, he ground his pelvis against my clit until I soared once more. He was right there with me.

His skin misted with sweat, and he looked like a golden god from thousands of years ago as his head came up, his face contorted into an expression of intense pleasure and his body stiffened. He came with a long, tortured moan, his entire body holding mine still as he found his release.

Seeing that look on his face, feeling the throbbing inside of me, and the delicate way he held onto me would be a memory I’d take with me forever. This moment took top position over anything good I’d ever had in my entire life.

I’d never forget his face the first time he made love to me.

After he removed the condom and came back to bed, we stayed there a long time simply cuddling. He traced my bare skin up and down everywhere he could reach in this position nestled at my side. For me, I was playing with the strands of his hair, twirling a strand around my finger. It was the most relaxed I could ever remember being.

“Happy birthday, Maia,” Rhodes rumbled against my chest, his breath making the nipple tighten erotically.

I couldn’t help bursting into ridiculous laughter.

“What? I mean it.” He chuckled. “Oh, I almost forgot your present.” He scrambled out of bed naked, and I watched him move around the room, his toned buns flexing enticingly.

He dug through his bag and pulled out a small square red box with the word Cartier embossed on the top. Instantly I started to shake as I sat up cross-legged and clutched the sheet to my naked body. He put a knee on the bed and handed the box to me.

I held the leather box, afraid to open it. I didn’t know a lot about luxury brands, but I knew Cartier was one of the big ones in the jewelry world.

“Open it.” He patted my knee.

I flicked the latch and opened it. Nestled on black velvet was a rose-gold bangle type bracelet without an opening. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Around the entire thing were evenly spaced diamonds, making it sparkle. The piece was edgy and elegant without being loud and in your face. There was a curious little matching flathead screwdriver with it. I hadn’t a clue what that was for.

“It’s…I can’t… When did you get this?”

He chuckled. “When we were shopping, and I took that call outside and left you with Emily to try on more clothes.”

“Sneaky. How…um, how do I put it on? I don’t see a latch.”

“Ah ha, that’s the coolest part. This is called a Forever Love bracelet. Once I put it on you, you’re not supposed to ever take it off.”

My eyes felt like they were going to bug out of my head. “Seriously?”

“It’s a symbol of my love for you. Never-ending.”

“Rhodes…” I croaked, emotion swelling all over again.

“Maia, I knew from the moment I saw you that you were special. And a special woman needs a unique and meaningful gift as we celebrate this night. Not only your birthday, but the first night we made love.”

I stretched out my left arm baring my wrist. “Put it on me.”

He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Once I put it on, everyone will know you’re mine.”

“Like I said, put it on me.”

Rhodes unscrewed the special latch, looped it around my wrist, screwed it back on and kissed the bracelet over my rapidly beating pulse.

“It’s magnificent,” I whispered, full of awe at the gift and the meaning behind the piece.

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