Page 64 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“Michael, you’re so hard inside of me. I didn’t know it would feel this good.”

She reaches for one of my hands and places it on her mound. I use my thumb to rub her clit as she grabs the other hand and places it right over the other. As she bites her lip, she drags that hand up the center of her body. I curl my fingers to claw at her skin as she drags my hand.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy sounds so fucking wet. Ride me harder. Use me for your pleasure.”

“Michael,” she gasps.

I lift to palm her breasts and take her sexy lips once again. She kisses me back with just as much passion. I break the kiss to take one of her nipples into my mouth and then move to the other to give it some attention too.

Her walls begin to spasm against me as she cries out for more. I give her everything she wants. When she begins to convulse on my shaft, I flip her onto her back and drill into her.

Sim cups my face to look in my eyes and I slow down. There’s that intense connection again. I begin to make love to her as my heart stirs.

“You are everything to me. I’m glad you came to me. I’m doing everything I can to make?—”

She tugs my head down to her and kisses me, cutting my words off. I pin her legs back into her body as I swivel and thrust my hips. She throws her head back and screams my name.

I keep stroking as I watch her take pleasure from my body. She’s so beautiful as she comes. As she comes down from her orgasm, she cups my face.

“We don’t have to waste words now. I’m not going to listen to anything you say right now that doesn’t have anything to do with you fucking me. Shh. Just make me feel good.”

I grab her wrists and pin them over her head, then I fuck her into the mattress. When I release my seed into her, it dawns on me that I’ve finally consummated my marriage. Symphony is mine.

CHAPTER 31

Could Lose Him

Symphony

I wake wrapped in Michael’s big, strong arms. He is snoring heavily as his chest is pressed to my back. My body is sore all over and I need to use the restroom.

I go to wiggle free of his hold and freeze when I look down at his forearm. He has a tattoo I’ve never seen. It’s of a ballerina. She is dressed in black with red slippers. However, what takes my breath away are the musical notes she looks to be dancing through.

Ellen Mairettie’s words come back to me. They are so loud and clear as I stare down at the tat. I fight to trap the sob that rises in my throat.

I can’t prove any of this today, but you will know I have told you nothing but the truth when you see the dancer within the music. When you see her, not only will you know I have spokennothing but the truth to you, but you will also know you have to be the strong one and walk away.

I cover my mouth to hold the sound in. Michael groans and rolls away from me. Not thinking twice, I leap from the bed and rush into the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I then rush to climb into the tub. I sit inside and wrap my arms around my shivering body. I’m trying my best not to hyperventilate.

“No, no, no,” I whimper.

It’s Michael. Michael is the one who bears the dancer. After what we just did, I am going to have to walk away from him? If I don’t, he will lose his life because of me.

“Why?” I sob loudly.

As Ellen’s words fully set in, I can’t hold in the sobs. The agony of having to leave him rips through me and more sobs tear from my lips. Hot tears slide down my cheeks.

I have to find Adriano. We have to leave. I can’t stay here and lose the man I love.

Michael

I jump from my sleep and take in a sharp inhale. Looking around, I try to catch my bearings. The sobs that woke me were coming from my bathroom.

I run a hand through my hair. Symphony. She was asleep in my arms when I passed out after we spent hours making love.

Well, some of it was fucking. Who am I kidding—a lot of it was fucking. However, now she’s in my bathroom sobbing.

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