Page 91 of The Unplanned Wedding

“For making me feel whole again.”

There’s a tenderness in his voice I haven’t heard before. A rawness I didn’t think he was capable of. I begin to turn to see his face, but he stops me with his grip on my hip. “Go to sleep,” he orders.

His cock is insistent at the small of my back, and when he wraps me in those big arms, I feel safe and secure…and warm…and so cherished. It feels incredible to have my Sir’s complete attention, and his gratitude. It feels like I’ve finally come home. A place where I belong. I’m not only June, adopted daughter. I’m Knox’s wife. I’m my Sir’s submissive. My master’s woman. And he’s my husband. He’s mine. I, too, feel complete in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

When I wake up next, it’s to find his head between my legs, and his wicked tongue licking up my slit. He swipes his tongue up my pussy lips and liquid heat eases into my veins. I lower my head and grip his hair, and realize he untied me, at some point.

He peers up at me and his lips twitch. "Close your eyes."

His voice is bossy enough that I comply. Or maybe, it’s because I feel deliciously warm and hedonistically sexy, and so very taken care of. To be the cynosure of his attention is the most amazing feeling in the world. To be the object of his attention, the crux of his intentness, the sole target of his concentration, makes my head spin. My chest grows warm, and my skin feels overly sensitive.

He continues to eat me out. He slips his tongue inside my slit while sliding his hands up to cup and massage my breasts. When he plucks at my nipples and bites down on my swollen cunt, I’m so turned on. I orgasm again.

This one is deep and slow, but no less intense. He crawls up my body and kisses me. I taste myself on his mouth, and it’s so very decadent—this taste of me, and him, and everything it means. I wrap my arms and legs around him, and when he breaches me, I wince. He senses that little reaction and pauses. "I’m hurting you. I should have waited."

"No!" I cling to him. "I love it. It makes me feel close to you."

In the starlight that pours in through the windows, his eyes glitter. The silver sparks in their depths seem to catch fire. He balances himself on his arms and begins to plough into me. Each time he buries himself inside me, the bed moves up. The headboard crashes against the wall, and I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up. "We’rethatcouple now," I gasp.

"I bought out the floor so no one can hear us."

"Oh." I stare back. Of course, he did. Then he drills into me again, and all thoughts vanish from my mind. If I thought he was deep inside me earlier, it’s nothing compared to how thoroughly he penetrates me now. I feel like he’s cleaving me in two. Like he’s imprinting his cock inside my pussy, like he’s leaving his mark on every cell of my body. Like I’m never going to be the same again. A bubble of happiness squeezes my chest. He owns me. He really does. I’ll always have this moment when I felt so closeto him. When it feels like we’re two halves of a whole. Surely, he must have feelings for me for it to feel so incredible.

My heart hurts. My toes curl. My thigh muscles burn with the effort of holding him close. But he doesn’t stop. Sweat tickles down his temple and plops on my cheek, and yet, he keeps going. He puts his entire body, mind, and soul behind each plunge into my body.

And I take it. I accept it. I welcome it. My breath catches in my chest. My throat feels raw.

“Come for me,” he orders.

I shudder. Surely, I don’t have the energy to come again. "I can’t," I whisper.

“You can.” He leans away from me, giving himself enough space to slap at my breast, I cry out. Goosebumps well up over my torso. A flash of pain sizzles up my nerve endings and arrows to my clit. It sets off a tsunami of pleasure which radiates out from my core.

"You will come for me,” he snaps.

There’s no mistaking the confidence in his voice. And it spurs me on. It ignites reserves of energy deep inside that I didn’t know I had. And then, he slides his fingers under my butt, and when he brushes the forbidden hole between my arse-cheeks, I’m so shocked that I drop into myself completely. That’s when he growls again, "Come. Right now.”

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Knox

Her entire body jolts. Her back curves. And with a cry, she orgasms. I watch her throw her head back and screw her eyes shut as she comes.

"Look at me," I command.

She slowly opens her eyelids, and I peer into her eyes as I fuck her through the tremors that grip her. I push my forehead into hers and allow myself to be drawn into the vortex that is her as I come inside her. Her body slumps under me and her eyelids flutter down. I stay there, reveling in the warmth of her pussy, the feeling of belonging, which is both new and also, so right.She’s home. She’s mine. She’s everything. And I’m hers.

I pull out of her, conscious of my cum spilling down her thigh. I push it back inside of her, wanting her body to hold every drop of it. Then I ease myself onto my back and gather her in my arms as she sleeps. I tuck her head under my chin and hold her close.

I try to sleep but I can't. The sex was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. To say it was mind-blowing is putting it lightly. I wanted to get her to submit to me. Instead, it's as if my ribcage was cracked open, exposingmy heart to her. It’s like I'm the one who’s been brought to my knees. I’ll never be the same again. It can never be like this with anyone else.

She accepted and welcomed whatever I wanted to do with her; only, it’s not enough. I want more. I want to test how long I can edge her. I want to tie her up and arouse her until she’s screaming. I want to take her other virgin hole. I want to tie her up again and spank her until she’s so turned on, she’ll orgasm as soon as I finger her cunt. I want to...rouse her to fever pitch, then make her beg for my cock. And then, I want to refuse her until she’s out of her mind with desire and spreading her thighs and parting her pussy lips and asking me to take her, to put her out of her misery. I want all of that and so much more. Damn. I want to explore every secret fetish, every kink I’ve dreamed of, with her.

I’m falling for her... I knew this would be the outcome the moment I first saw her. I knew, when I made love to her, it’d be like nothing I’d encountered before. I knew I’d be changed by it... And knowing I’m her first, that she’s never been with anyone else before this and won’t be after, is a thought that’s headier than any aphrodisiac.

Consummating my wedding with my wife on our first night as husband and wife, with my wife being a virgin… If you’d painted this scenario for me, I’d have laughed. But that’s how things worked out. And it feels right. And it’s because of her. Because she’s special…and dazzling…and beautiful…and unique… And I’m not worth the dirt under her feet. But I’m keeping her. I’m never letting go. I told her I wasn’t going to consummate the marriage, but I did. We may have started out as an arrangement, but it means more to me than that. A strange fullness grips my chest. It’s a sensation I’m unable to pin down.

"Hey—" She clears her throat. "Why are you frowning?"

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