Page 119 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

My palm cupped his cheek. He pressed his face into my hand for comfort.

“I love you more than anyone in this world,” he admitted.

“You are the only man who could ever have my heart,” I confirmed.

I felt Catch pin my thighs down against the tile floor. His tongue traced a path from my tight hole to my pussy and back again.

"Fuck, I need to be lost in your wetness," he whispered.

His thumb sensually stroked my clit while his tongue danced around my entrance.

Pleasure rippled through my body, causing me to curl my toes and roll my eyes back in ecstasy.

"Catch," I moaned. "I'm about to come." My chest rose and fell rapidly as I ran my trembling fingers through my damp, thick kinky curls.

I didn’t give a fuck who heard me call my fiancé's name. He was mine. All fucking mine.

“I love the way you come undone for me,” his deep chuckle reverberated through my core.

I never wanted this moment to end; all I craved was him, the one true love of my life.

“Come again, Bianca,” he growled, teasing my clit with his tongue while gently thrusting two fingers inside of me. The warm water cascading over my body only heightened the sensations, making every inch of me tingle with pleasure. My pussy spasmed as my orgasm washed over me in waves, leaving me feeling blissfully spent.

He kissed my labia before sitting up and leaning back under the shower stream, letting the water drench his body.

I curled into a ball on the floor.

“You’re quiet. What’s wrong?” he asked.

“My limbs feel like limp noodles,” I admitted.

He stretched his hand out. “Give me your hand.”

I placed my hand in his. Catch sat on the floor and pulled me into his arms.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“No, just anxious.” My thumb caressed his magical lips.

Six shower heads cascaded warm water onto our entwined bodies. We stayed in each other's arms, cherishing the moment. As much as I wanted this embrace to last forever, there were preparations to be made for our wedding ceremony.

My heart raced with anticipation as I prepared to marry my soulmate, the one who would be by my side until the end of time.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

MY BIG DAY PART 3

BIANCA

Twenty minutes later, I sauntered into the living room with an extra pep in my step. Thanks to my fiancé who had gained access to my suite through an adjoining door in my bedroom. Catch thought of everything. And I couldn’t stop thinking about the multiple orgasms he gave me. I damn sure couldn’t wait until tonight. I’d be dripping wet for him all day just daydreaming about the positions he’d have me in when he fucked me so good. Probably shouldn’t wear a thong. No one needed to see a trail of my cum as I moved about the venues for the rest of the day. Yup, one pair of lavender scented underwear with a reinforced panty line were in order. What could I say desperate times called for desperate measures. Catch assured me I’d receive my panties that were the scent of my moonlight path on our wedding day. But that was before we were getting married on such short notice.

The bath gel consisted of notes of jasmine, blue violet, sheer lavender, lily of the valley, and soft musk. It smelled incredible. That was why it was my favorite scent and now Catch’s.

A woman sat on the sofa chatting with my mother. Her lustrous blond hair cascaded along the side of her face and over her shoulder.

“Bianca?” Mom stood waving me over.

The woman rose to her feet, her radiant smile lighting up her face.

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