Page 62 of All The Happily Ever Afters

“I thought you might be out here,” she whispers and all I can do is watch her plump lips as she talks. I want them swollen like they are after a brutal kiss.

“I thought you’d never come,” I tell her pushing off the wall.

“You lie,” she whispers as I make my way to her, not bothering to wait for her to walk down the stairs. The steel steps clank as I walk up to her, wrapping my hands around her waist and pulling her in close to me.

“Never to you,” I whisper against her lips before taking them. My fingers dig into the silk of her dress as I nip her lower lip and then groan at the sound of her moaning in my mouth.

“Tell me you’re ready for me,” I command her and then leave open-mouthed kisses down her neck. I bunch the fabric of her dress up as I move my way down her body.

“Here?” she gasps, although her fingers spear through my hair as I cup her pussy through the thin lace hiding it from me.

“Fuck.” The word rumbles up my chest, my cock instantly hard. “I can feel how much you want me; you’re so fucking wet.” My body is on fire, every nerve ending springing to life knowing I’ll have her soon.

“Aiden.” My name on her lips is a plea as I push her back against the brick wall. I muffle her protests with a hard kiss.

I can feel her chest heave in a breath when I finally break the kiss and lift her legs to wrap around my waist. Her neck arches back as I trail my fingers up and down her cunt before hooking the lace with my thumb and shredding it. It tears easily and leaves her bared to me.

“I wish I had time to savor you,” I confess at the dip in her throat as I shove her panties into my pocket so no evidence will be left behind.

“Tonight,” she whispers reverently in the cool air as I unzip my pants and stroke myself.

The head of my cock slips between her lips and it feels like heaven. “I’ve waited for you all day,” I tell her as rub my tip against her clit. She writhes against the wall, her eyes closed tightly and she silences her moans by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Look at me,” I demand and instantly her hazel gaze pierces mine and I thrust into her in one motion, all the way to the hilt. Her legs tense around me, her mouth drops open into thatbeautiful ‘O’ and I stay buried deep inside of her tight cunt to let her adjust.

“Aiden,” she whimpers as her nails dig in deeper, trying to pierce my skin even through my jacket.

“Ella,” I breathe her name back to her in the hot air, lost in her gaze until I can thrust into her again.

Her back tries to arch against the wall and I have to grip her wrists, holding them above her head, so I can pin her where I want her. One hand on her hip, the other on her wrists, I fuck her ruthlessly against the brick wall.

Her cunt spasms without warning and my toes curl, my balls draw up, but I refuse to let go. Holding my breath, I watch her cum, the blush rising up her cheeks, and her chest rising and falling with her chaotic breathing.

“I love you,” she whispers in the night air. All I’ve ever done is love her. It’s myself I couldn’t love for so long. How could I not have known?

“Where is it?” I ask her, needing to see it. I have to see it right now. I have to know it means to her what it does to me.

“My necklace,” she gasps as I rock myself into her, brushing her clit as I do.

Pulling on the thin chain of her necklace, the rings appear on the end of it. The engagement ring and wedding band. The set that was my grandmother’s and now belongs to her.

The wedding rings I didn’t want anyone to see, but the rings I needed her to have. That night she left the party, I wanted to leave beside her. I needed her hand in mine and for everyone to see. Instead, I watched her walk away until she reached for the keys to her car.

I decided at the moment I saw her pause at her door, the keys jingling in her hand, that my place was beside her and I couldn’t hide anymore. I’m not the only one with secrets, and I know if mine is ever known, it may bring up her own. Still, she deservesmore than what I’d given her, she deserved every piece of me. After all, she already had every piece I could spare in her back pocket. So, I grabbed her hand and pulled her away, and married her that night.

I made the woman I’ve always loved my wife. The world has yet to see it, but tonight she’ll leave with me.

The light shines on the platinum bands as they fall to her chest and I let go of her wrists, letting my hands roam back up her dress so I can fuck her savagely, taking what’s mine.

Her heels dig into my ass and she kisses me frantically as I piston my hips. I cum with her and only break away after her breathing has calmed and she can bear to stand on her own. I watch her as she sags against the wall and she watches me.

She’s mine. She’s always been mine.

“I love you too,” I finally tell her and lick my lower lip to kiss her one more time, before smoothing her dress back down and helping her to fix her hair.

“You’re the one who said we should hide it,” she reminds me as I slip the rings back into place, hidden beneath the neckline of her dress.

“You’re the one who said it would be wrong to elope just before our best friends’ wedding,” I counter. I’m ready for the world to know again. They can’t know what happened in between. I wish I could erase it all, but that will never happen.

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