Page 93 of Past Due

“Oh. My. God.” I gasped out each word as the sensation of fullness amplified everything I was feeling. He was buried so deep inside me that I wasn’t sure where he stopped and I started. I gave an experimental roll of my hips and moaned. “Oh. My. God.”

Besian swore desperately and sat up completely. He pressed his face into the curve of my neck and kissed and nipped until I was shaking from the assault of his mouth and the stretch of his cock inside me. He gripped my bottom, his fingers biting into my plump flesh as his teeth scraped my neck and made me shiver.

Besian dropped back against the bed, grabbing the pillows and throwing them out of the way. I planted a hand on his chest and started to move. I tried different motions, bouncing up and down and swirling my hips until I finally found what felt best. Rocking back and forth, I focused on the slide of his cock inside me and the way his body rubbed against my clit in the most delicious way.

“That’s it, Marley.” Besian’s hands moved from my waist to my breasts. He had learned how incredibly sensitive my nipples were, especially when I was this aroused, and he pinched them hard enough to make me gasp. The sharp pang zipped right down to my core, making my vagina clench around his penis. He groaned and pinched them again, causing me to cry out and move faster.

I shifted forward a little more, moving my hand from his chest to the bed. We shared a sloppy kiss before he gripped my hips in both hands and started to thrust up into me. I gasped at the wild sensation and clawed at the bedding. My whole body trembled as I felt that familiar buzzing, vibrating coil tighten deep in my belly. Desperate to come, I pressed back against him.

That was all it took for me to explode with sheer joy. I came crying out his name, shuddering and rocking on top of him until my thighs were burning. “Besian!”

He growled like a bear and manhandled me onto my back. He loomed over me, pushing my thighs wider apart and sliding back into my slick heat again. We both groaned, and he began to thrust into me. I clutched at his side, at his arm, his shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he fucked me like a wild man.

The slap of his body against mine was enough to bring me close to another climax. I didn’t want to waste the chance to come with him. I held his gaze as I reached down between us, framing my clit between two fingers and massaging in the way I knew would get me there fast.

My thighs tightened around his waist, and I arched up into him, lifting my hips and taking every deep, hard thrust he had to give. I recognized the signs in his face, the tightening of his cheek, the prominence of the vein running in his temple. “Come inside me,” I begged. “I want to feel you come with me.”

“Marley!” He groaned my name and climaxed. The sight of him losing control, the feel of him pulsing inside me, sent me hurtling over the edge into a rapturous abyss. I nearly blacked out as I drowned in wave after wave of bliss.

When Besian collapsed on top of me, I wound my arms around his shoulders and held tight. We panted and trembled, both of us overwhelmed by our first-time making love as husband and wife. For me, it was a double first, and I couldn’t imagine it being anyone else to share this with me.

Eventually, Besian lifted away just enough to peer down at me. The tenderness reflected in his dark eyes made me feel all mushy and soft and utterly cherished. “I love you, Mrs. Beciraj.”

I grinned. “I love you, Mr. Beciraj.”

We cuddled for a few more minutes before the reality of sex intruded. We took turns in the bathroom and then dropped back into bed together, whispering sweetly.

But, our lazy kisses and soft caresses were interrupted by the irritating buzz of a cell phone. We ignored it at first, too busy enjoying some post lovemaking bliss, but when it didn’t stop and a second phone started vibrating, we stopped kissing and exchanged worried looks.

“That can’t be good,” I murmured.

“No,” he agreed. “Where’s your phone?”

“In my clutch in the living room,” I said, sitting up as he climbed out of bed. “On the couch, I think. I tossed it there when I came up with Rina to take off my veil after the ceremony.”

“Stay,” he instructed, waving his hand as I started to get out of the bed. “I’ll bring it.”

My anxiety ratcheted up as Besian left the bedroom. Why would both our phones be ringing at the same time? There was no good reason for it. Whatever we were about to learn was going to ruin our wedding night. Of that, I was certain.

“It’s Aston.” Besian handed over my phone. “She’s called seven times.”

“Shit.” I unlocked my phone and opened the first message. My eyes skimmed the short text, and I gasped. “Ben’s been arrested! They raided the body shop!”

“Fuck,” Besian swore as he tapped at his phone’s screen. “Not just Ben. Devil and Jet, too. And—shit! They shut down two of my clubs for violations.”

“What is going on?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, sounding suddenly so tired.

“Should we—?”

My question was interrupted by insistent knocking at the door to our suite. Besian sighed and went searching for his pants. “Get dressed.”

“And pack?” I asked, thinking we wouldn’t be staying here much longer.

He nodded reluctantly. “I’m sorry, Marley.”

“Hush.” I quickly closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist. Lifting up on tiptoes, I sought his kiss. “As long as we’re together, I don’t care.”

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