Page 87 of Oblivion

“Grind on my leg. I want you to ride my thigh while I rub your clit until you come.”

“No,” she gasps, appalled. But the expression on her face isn’t disgust. It’s excitment.

“Don’t fight it, Wild One. Rub that wet cunt against my leg until your cream is soaking me. You don’t get to come unless you do. I’ll keep you on edge all day. I’ll tease you over and over until you’re begging, then I’ll have you ride my leg during dinner, out in the open where everyone can watch. Although maybe you’d like that. Maybe my wild little fiancée would enjoy putting on a show, then getting fucked and bred like a bitch in heat.”

I’m not sure if she realizes she’s doing it, but her hips are rolling, and she’s grinding herself against my thigh mindlessly. She’s so wet, my leg is slick as she rubs her clit against my thumb, her eyes closed tight, her head thrown back.

“Good girl. That’s fucking perfect. Soak me, come all over my thigh. Make yourself scream.”

Seconds later, her body tenses, then shudders with release, a pained moan slipping from her parted lips as she rides out her orgasm.

“Beautiful,” I rasp, grabbing her face and pulling her down for a possessive claiming kiss.

The moment I release her, she slips off my leg and rolls to the mattress beside me, her chest heaving as the last of her orgasm starts to dissolve.

Silence stretches between us, and I know she’s probably embarrassed or upset, but she’ll get over it. Hiding from the things that excite her is stupid. It’s time she embraces her kinks and learns to enjoy them.

“Come on. Let’s take a bath before we have to go back to school,” I say, ignoring her squeak of protest as I roll her into my arms and carry her into the bathroom. Sitting her on the counter, I reach over and turn on the faucet, watching as the water starts to fill the tub.

Returning to her, I force myself between her legs, placing my palms on her thighs as I catch her gaze with mine and force her to look at me.

“I love you,” I tell her.

“I don’t hate you quite as much as I did when I woke up,” she deadpans.

Smiling widely, a laugh bubbles from my throat. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment, Wild One. Have you thought about our wedding? Do you want a big church thing with a princess dress and your dad giving you away with everyone you’ve ever met watching from the pews?”

“Do you want that?” she asks coyly.

“I don’t care. I’d marry you today. Allowing you to wait until the first of the month was just me being nice.”

“The first of the month? That’s only two weeks away. You said next month.”

“And the first is next month. After we call and tell our parents the good news, we have a meeting with the wedding planner who set up Hunter and Bunny’s wedding. She’s a pro at this kind of thing, and she’ll help you have the wedding of your dreams.”

“Two weeks isn’t enough time. A month wasn’t enough time, plus my parents don’t know you. They won’t be okay with me marrying a stranger,” she argues.

“I already told your parents I planned to ask you to marry me. Your dad gave me his blessing. They won’t be an issue,” I explain matter-of-factly.

Her mouth hangs open as she stares at me. “My dad would not give you his blessing.”

Shrugging, I smirk. “He did, and your mom was there. I’m sure she’ll be over the moon to help you plan a wedding.”

Clearly exasperated, she blinks at me, but I just smile, lifting her into my arms and carrying her into the tub. Sinking down into the water, I position her so she’s sitting between my legs, her back to my chest.

“Evan, even with a wedding planner, two weeks isn’t enough time. I need six months minimum to get a dress.”

“I already spoke to that designer you like, the one who made Starling’s dress, and you have a consultation with her tomorrow evening. She assured me she could have your dream dress ready on time.”

“What if I’d have said no?” she questions, a hint of amusement filling her tone.

I chuckle softly. “Do you really believe that when I got down on one knee, I wasaskingyou to marry me? I wastellingyou. You being my wife was nonnegotiable.”

I brace for her reaction, but she surprises me by scoffing, then relaxing into me as the water rises around us. Once the tubis full, I reach over to turn off the faucet, then sigh, happy to enjoy the silence with my fiancée.

“Do you like the house?” I ask after a few minutes.

“It’s beautiful. Are they all as finished as this one?”

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