Page 46 of Make Me Your Hitta

She moaned. “Adonis! What are you—”

“Shh, Nobi. Trust me.” I smirked.

Pushing my thumb deeper into her asshole, she sighed with pleasure, relaxing her body. I slowly finger fucked her pussy at the same time, making Xenobia leak for me. I eased the tip of my dick back inside her pussy, as my thumb worked her asshole. She squirmed with anticipation.

“Oooh shit!” She squealed, gripping the edge of the table.

I fucked her ruthlessly, making sure she felt every inch of me. Her tight pussy constricted around me, gripping my dick in a vicelike hold that drove me insane.

“Tell me how much you love this dick,” I growled as I fucked her hard and fast.

Xenobia moaned wantonly, gasping for air between her purrs of pleasure. “Adonis, God, yes! Fuck me! I love how you fuck this pussy.”

I obliged, pounding into her mercilessly as she bucked back against me. Pulling out with a wet, sucking sound, I smacked her ass hard enough to leave my handprint on her skin before dipping back inside her, eliciting an even louder scream from my beautiful bride-to-be.

“You’re mine. Aren’t you? You belong to me now,” I grunted out between thrusts.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me senseless, Adonis. Make me yours,” Xenobia begged, her eyes clouded over with lust and desire.

Hearing her beg only spurred me on until I found myself nearing the edge. I grabbed her hips, angling her just right as I pumped into her repeatedly, emptying my seed deep inside her. As my orgasm rocked through me, I felt her muscles contract around me, milking every last drop from me as she enjoyed her own climax. Collapsing over her paint and sweat-soaked body, we both panted for air. The only sounds in the room were our harsh breathing and the creaking of the table underneath our weight.

“That…” She gasped out, trying to catch her next breath. “Was… incredible.”

I grinned, watching my cum slide down her thighs as my dick eased out of her. “That it was.”

She sighed with contentment. “So, we’re really doing this, huh?”

“Doing what?”

“The whole marriage thing.”

“Mm-hmm, we’re doing it.”

She looked up at me, vulnerability shining in her eyes. “You know what they’ll say, right?”

I chuckled, the sound dark. “Yes, Nobi, I know what they’ll say. And one by one, I’ll cut their lying, deceitful tongues from their mouths until no one has anything left to fuckin’ say.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Guardian.”

I stared into her beautiful eyes, loving how she looked at me. “I won’t let anything happen to you or our baby, Xenobia. I put that on my life.”

A range of emotions flickered across her face before she finally nodded and murmured, “I believe you.”

The news of her pregnancy had hit me like a tsunami, but to my surprise, I couldn’t help but feel joy knowing my baby was growing inside her.

“I do want to marry you, Nobi,” I declared, my voice sincere. “Right here, right now. No rings, no ceremony—just our love for each other. I want to make you mine permanently.”

Her eyes ballooned. “Now? Are you sure?” she quizzed, her voice shaking with intensity.

I nodded, my eyes stationed on hers. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you and our baby.”

She nodded with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. “Yes! Let’s do it. Let’s get married today.”

Within an hour, we called a priest to the Hawthorne mansion. The garden was bathed in the moon's silvery glow, and the stars twinkled in the night sky as silent witnesses to our union that was anything but traditional. Since our decision was so quick, there were no elaborate decorations, flowers, tuxes, white gowns, or rings. It was a painless yet heartfelt union. The only thing we needed was the pure, unconditional love we shared.Xenobia and I stood together with our fingers laced as the priest began the ceremony with a prayer. Surrounded by the calming beauty of the garden and grounds, we prepared to exchange our vows.

“Xenobia, you can go first,” the priest acknowledged.

She drew in a deep breath. The air was filled with the scent of freshly planted perennials, and a cold breeze rustled the scarce leaves around our feet.

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