Page 32 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Her heart pounded as his hands spanned her waist.

"I c-can't—"

"Ah, but I think you absolutely can."

Guy was already bending her over the edge as he spoke, the position making Jilly feel completely exposed and terrified and oh so shamelessly excited.

"One more time, sweetheart."

Jilly could only cry out as he slammed into her from behind.

"P-Please..."

Jilly wasn't sure at this point if she was begging her husband to stop or to never stop, with the way her body was welcoming his every thrust despite her exhaustion, and oh, the way he was taking her now...

This new angle had Jilly gasping with how fuller he made her feel, and there was nothing gentle at all about the way he was taking her, his every thrust so fiercely possessive it bordered on savage, andno, oh no...

Jilly could feel her senses spiraling as she came for the third time, came harder than ever, and she just...oh, she was losing it, she was just losing it completely...

Guy could only growl out his wife's name as he reached his own release, the sight of her losing her mind over his touch making his body shudder as he filled her to the brink.

She was the first woman he ever had unprotected sex with, and already he had come inside of her twice in their first night alone.

Why, dammit?

Why was she so different from everyone else?

He waited until her weight grew heavy against his before slowly pulling out, but this still had her making a small sound of sleepy protest, and a slight smile touched his lips.

By the time he had her settled between the sheets, her eyes had drifted closed, and Guy found himself watching his wife sleep as he found himself battling the kind of terror that had him struggling to breathe.

Jillian owned him...in a way that no woman had ever owned him before.

She mattered to him in a way no one else had.

And it was why...

Guy didn't think he had it in him to ask Jillian if it was the same for her.

Did he also own her completely?

Or was her body all she had to offer...because her heart belonged to someone else?

Chapter Eleven

Jilly:Will you please call me?

Jilly:I'm getting worried.

Jilly:Seriously.

JILLY WAS STARTINGto think that maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this whole “being married to Guy de la Rocq” thing.

Well, okay, if she had to be honest—

Shetotallycould get used to this,easy.

After all, she had been dreaming of this ever since watching nineteen-year-old Guy play Heathcliff.

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