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Something like the turbulent emotions I was feeling.

I opened my mouth, and I answered.

“It’s not no, Liam.”

Chapter 11-Liam

“It’s not no, Liam.”

I didn’t hear anything else after that. I slammed my mouth to hers, claiming her lips in a kiss that stole my breath right out of my lungs.

My hands found her belt, and I pulled that off first. Next, they searched for the zipper on that fucking ivory dress she wore to get married in.

She looks so innocent, So pure. Like an angel.

I should’ve felt guilty. Making this woman marry me. But I didn’t.

Not one fucking bit.

Her plush body fit perfectly against my harder one, and I couldn’t fucking wait to see every inch of her.

We’re in this together now, Wife.

Michaela had her reasons for wanting to be there with me, and I was too far gone to question them. Like I said, it had been a long time since I had a woman.

Now that I had her in my arms, I couldn’t help but be glad I’d waited. I fought to push her dress down her hips, growling in frustration when it refused to go any further.

“Wait. You have to lift it,” she said, gasping against my mouth.

“No time,” I growled back, taking the fabric in both hands and tearing it.

She was wearing a cream-colored bit of lace that should have been fucking illegal on a woman with her body.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I stared at the sexy little scrap of lingerie.

I think it was called a teddy. It hugged her breasts, squishing them together, and I wanted to bury my face between the valley they created.

Her nipples were dusky and hard, begging for attention, so I gave it. I lowered my head, closing my mouth over one through the fabric, and I sucked.

“Liam,” she moaned my name, her fingers clutching at my hair.

Partnership, indeed.

Michaela was not idle while I sucked and lavished attention on her fantastic tits. She was unbuttoning my shirt, tearing the last few she couldn’t reach in her efforts to rid me of the thing.

I appreciated it, and I showed her by sucking harder. She gasped, pulling my hair again as I pressed my hand over the damp lace between her pale, thick thighs.

I could not wait to suck her there. But it would have to be later. After I fucked her first.

My cock was already leaking precum in my boxers, and I refused to spend myself in my shorts. Especially not on my wedding night.

I bit her nipple gently, earning me another gasping moan. But I needed more. And I needed more room to get what I wanted. So, I recaptured her lips with mine and picked her up with one hand on her cunt and the other on her ass.

Michaela’s hands clutched at me, and I grunted, telling her without words to trust me.

“Hold on. I won’t let you fall, Pretty Baby,” I growled against her mouth, loving the feel of her.

I kissed her neck next, savoring her lilac scented skin with every swipe of my tongue as I headed to our bedroom.

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