Page 63 of Touch Her and Die
I chuckled and took the hand of my future and the hand of my flesh and blood and walked away from the life that did nothing but cause us all grief.
TWENTY-THREE
halle
“I can’t believein less than an hour, I’ll be Mrs. Parks Rossi. It will be weird to have a last name that is really mine. The system always made me feel like I didn’t know who I was. But this is my choice.”
His lips were warm against my skin as he kissed down my body. I moaned the further down he got.
“We were supposed to be getting ready.”
His hand rested between my legs. His fingers running along my slit.
“Shut up, princess, and come for me.”
I moaned with the thrust of his fingers pressing inside me and when his tongue licked at my clit, I nearly came right then.
I was so close. He fucked me with his fingers over and over and licked and sucked at my clit and the second he pressed his thumb against my sensitive nub the entire world exploded, and my core pulsed around him, and I gasped in air.
“Now it’s my turn.”
I hadn’t even had a chance to catch my breath or my wits as his thick cock slid into me in one powerful thrust. The tingles of new sensations, of every nerve running on hyper-overdrive all had me twisting my hands in the sheets.
He thrust into me over and over. His body positioned over mine, his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples, and his mouth trying to swallow every scream that escaped me.
“Oh, God. Parks. Yes.”
He slammed into me harder and faster. I was at his command, and I let him use me. I loved every second of it.
Thrust after thrust and I couldn’t stop it. My body was his and so was my next orgasm.
“Fuck, Halle. I love you,” he said, and I felt him shift over me and then the heat of his own release flooded me. He slid in and out twice more and then he collapsed, rolling us to the side and holding me.
“Now we can get ready,” he said and kissed my nose.
This was my happy place. It had been all of a month since everything went down with his family. The country should be thankful that we had started cleaning up the crime ring. Weeks of hunting down loose ends filled the time until all the wedding plans came into place. We found the worst of the worst along the way too. Parks had access to resources I could only dream of and finally, we were free to use them.
“We could just skip the wedding and stay in bed all day,” I said.
His fingers played at my hip.
“It’s our wedding. We only ever get one. I want to do this right with you.”
I smiled to myself.
“I still don’t see how you think marriage is a good thing.”
He shifted and looked down at me.
“My mom was happy once. Hell. Even my father. Wasn’t their fault they were from a shitty family. I wish you could have seen that.”
I let my hands wander over his muscles and thought back on my life.
“It took me a long time to realize I didn’t have to be my parents. You know the therapist the other night?”
I closed my eyes and relaxed in the peace of the ocean breeze blowing in through the open patio doors as my Parks held me.
“Yes. The one you said you would kill anyone she chose as a happy death gift?”
