Page 42 of Keegan's Promise

“It’s beautiful,” I breathe, tears in my eyes. The way this man loves me is terrifying and beautiful and so damn perfect. I don’t know what I did to deserve him. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like I can deserve him. But when he looks at me, I feel worthy in a way I never have. I see myself the way he does. In his eyes, I’m not a scared little mess. I’m a warrior.

“You’re beautiful, baby. So goddamn perfect.” He suddenly drops to his knees in front of me, tilting his head back to look at me. “You’ve got me on my knees for you, sweetness. I’m yours to command.”

“Yeah?” I smile down at him, happy in a way I’ve never been. “Then I command you to bed, husband.”

“Fuck.” His eyes flutter closed. “Say that again.”

“Which part?” I tease, already knowing what he wants to hear.

A little growl vibrates in his chest.

“Husband,” I whisper in response to that sound. “Husband, husband, husband.”

He’s back on his feet in two seconds flat, hauling me into his arms with a desperate growl. His lips crash against mine, his kiss fierce. I run my hands down the solid muscles of his back, moaning into his mouth.

“I want this dress on the floor,” he growls, spinning me around in his arms. His lips come down on the side of my neck as he sets to work on the long row of buttons, his talented fingers making quick work of them. His lips against my skin set me ablaze, leaving me burning with need long before the dress slithers to the floor at our feet.

“Goddamn,” he breathes, spinning me around again. He takes a step back, his wild eyes running up and down my body. “I never knew white lace could look so fucking good, Landry.”

“Samara helped me pick it.”

“Samara is a genius. Remind me to send her a thank-you card.”

I smile up at him as he reels me back into his arms, tugging the cups of my bra down. The lacy fabric scrapes against my nipples, pulling a moan from my mouth.

That moan only grows louder when he dips his head to swirl his tongue around one nipple and then the other, licking up drops of milk that spill.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he whispers, biting down just hard enough to make me gasp his name and cling to his shoulders. One big hand slips between our bodies, delving into my panties. “Right here, too. I could live between your legs, licking this perfect cunt.”

“Keegan,” I groan, clawing at his shoulders. His fingers are right where I need them…but he isn’t giving me anything. He’s teasing me. He’s always teasing me, keeping me on the edge until I’m desperate and pleading. Until nothing exists but him.

But I’m not the shy little virgin I was when we first met. And I’m not the scared little lamb I was two weeks ago, either. He fucked my inhibitions out of me days ago, left me desperate and wild.

I reach for the zipper of his slacks, yanking it down. Before he has a chance to stop me, I’ve got my hand inside, wrapping around his thick cock.

“Fuck.” He bucks his hips into my hand, groaning in pleasure.

I pull his dick out, stroking all the way to the head. My fingers bump against his piercing, which makes him growl. His fingers twitch against my pussy, but he still doesn’t move them. Not until I stroke him again, harder this time.

“That perfect fucking hand,” he growls, thrusting two fingers inside me.

I clench around them, aching so fucking badly. I’m always aching for him, always desperate.

He doesn’t have any mercy for me as he fucks me roughly with those two fingers, dragging me right to the edge as I try my hardest to get him there, too. But it’s a losing battle. I shatter with a ragged cry, coming all over his hand while he’s still hard in my hand.

His lips quirk into a grin as he plucks me up from the floor. “Thought you could make me come first, didn’t you?”

“M-maybe.”

He chuckles, dropping me on the bed. “Never going to happen, Landry baby.” He rips my panties down my legs, his eyes locked on my face. “I don’t come until you do. That’s the rule. Now, be a good girl for your husband and come all over my tongue.”

“Keegan!” I shout, shocked when he lunges, burying his face between my legs. He licks me from top to bottom, growling like a savage beast. I’m already overly sensitive, trying to crawl up the bed away from that wicked mouth, but he’s not having any of that.

He pins me beneath him with one hand on my abdomen, thrusting his tongue inside me. His nose grinds against my clit as he plays me like a freaking instrument, striking the right chord again and again.

“Come for me, wife,” he croons, his breath hot against my clit. “Soak my face.”

As if I have a choice when he’s all over me like this. I break into pieces, rocking against his face and babbling his name. Waves crash over me again and again, leaving me writhing in ecstasy.

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