Page 27 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

A sob wrenches from me, followed by his name.

He thrusts again, relentlessly loving me now as he finishes his own spontaneous vows. “I promise you that I will love you too much, even.”

“No such thing.” I start to cry, tears tracking down my cheeks, but he kisses them away, licking at the salty trails, replacing them with nothing but pleasure.

My back arches against his hands, needing more now, working against him, pushing and pulling faster as he reacts to my body coming alive. I love the effect I have on him, the noises that he makes when I move along his shaft.

I didn’t know that this went both ways.

I thought sex was something a man did to a woman. But now I realize it’s just two people moving together, getting as close as humanly possible, and revelling in what they discover there.

“Zane.” I smile as I breathe his name.

He whispers mine back, and then we’re kissing.

It’s wonderful to taste him at his fevered peak like this, to feel how close he is to losing control, but still know that he would never, ever hurt me.

I know that in my soul.

Even before the kiss ends, I’m whispering another string of vows. “I will be the most loving wife, I promise. I will give you all the babies our family needs, and I will keep your bed warm at night.”

“And in the morning,” he growls. “Kissing you over and over again before my day starts will be my greatest pleasure.”

A curious tightness starts to coil inside me, not the same as when I rubbed my clit. More profound, and deeper into my body, but not as bright, either.

Zane feels it, too. He stares down at me as he snaps his hips. “Oh, Daisy. Oh Daisy, you’re gonna make me come again.” He swears under his breath. “But that can’t happen until you come first, my girl.”

With a roar, he pulls out of me, and I whimper.

No, no, no.

The expression on his face tells me not to worry, though, and his words follow that up. “It can be hard for women to come that way,” he explains as he gives me a wicked wink. “It might be better with some direct stimulation on your pretty little clit, like your fingers.” His smile grows, truly devilish now. “Or my mouth.”

I gasp as he lifts my hips into the air, my white sundress that I thought would be my wedding gown tumbling over my face.

Laughing, I push it out of the way just in time to see his head drop between my thighs, and then I feel his mouth latching onto my clit with urgent hunger. All of that coiled tension that was building in my belly goes wild, tightening like a spring, and then flying free.

My hips buck against his face as he licks me through an almost instantaneous orgasm I didn’t see coming.

“That’s better,” he says with a happy exhale, his chest heaving as he slots himself back against my now very tender flesh. “I can’t have my wife neglected.”

I laugh weakly as he starts to move again, but it quickly turns to desperate pants and whining sounds that are incredibly embarrassing. But I can’t keep them inside.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I love making you come.” He cocoons me in his arms, his mouth finding mine. He tastes like me, and that turns me on even more. It’s so earthy, raw and primal, and as I lick him back, the pleasure humming just under the surface of my skin surges once more.

“Zane, it’s building again!”

“Good. Yes, brave girl, come again.”

“But how?”

“You have a much shorter refractory period than I do.”

“It’s magical.”

“Yes, it fucking is.” He gathers my wrists and easily presses them to the mattress above my head with one hand. With the other, he squeezes my breast, rubbing his thumb over the tight nipple. “I love your little tits. I love them so much, Daisy. I love you so so fucking much. And if you come for me again, I will fill you up. I swear to God I will breed you before we go and get married.”

I shatter again, and he groans into my neck, following me, his body heavy on top of me as he thrusts, now out of control, pumping his release deep into my body.

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