Page 24 of Attorney Privilege
“Of course.” There’s no hesitation as she moves closer and looks into my eyes. “I trust you.”
Without saying anything else, I push the button for one floor down and race to my room. I grab what I need off the table and then make it back to the elevator before it has a chance to close.
I pull her in my arms and bend down, kissing her with all the passion I feel. This is it, do or die, and I don’t know what’s coming next.
The elevator doors open, and we break the kiss, but I don’t let her go. Instead, I take her hand and lead her to the bridal room where she’s supposed to wait to be called like cattle at an auction.
“Gideon, what’s going—” Her words are cut off by me lifting her off the ground.
As soon as we’re inside, I kick the door closed and lock it tight. Then I toss the manilla folder I got from my room on the coffee table.
“I love you, Emerson,” I say, carrying her to the couch. “Don’t say it back, not now. But I need you to hear it from me before you make your decision.”
Tears form in her eyes as she clings to my shirt. “You love me?” When I nod, she shakes her head. “How? How can you love me when it’s only been days and I’m a mess?”
When I lay her down, I look into her eyes as my hands spread her thighs. The fabric of her dress bunches around her, and she softens at my touch.
“Time has no meaning when it comes to soul mates, and you’re mine, Emerson.” My fingers touch the silky material of her panties, and I can feel them getting wet. “Life is short, and I can’t spend it with regrets.” She moans when I pull her panties to the side and push in two fingers. “I love you, and you deserve to hear it.”
“Gideon.” She rocks her hips up, trying to take me deeper.
“And you’re not a mess, precious. Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Her breath catches on the last word as I rub my thumb over her clit.
“I’m going to fuck you in this dress,” I tell her as I kiss my way down her neck. There’s makeup covering the mark I left, and I rub it off before sucking it again. “This dress is meant for me, so you’re going to have my cum running down your legs while wearing it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
She opens the front of my pants, and then her hand is there, wrapping around my bare length. She guides the fat head to her wet entrance, and I feel the heat of it kiss the tip. It’s like I’ve been electrocuted with desire as need shoots up my spine.
“I want all my firsts to be with you.” She kisses me at the same time I thrust inside, her cries muffled between us.
The feeling of being inside her is perfection, and I never want this moment to end. But the drive to move, to cum is too strong, and I pull out before quickly pushing back in. My body isn’t my own as it takes over a steady beat.
I break the kiss and stare down at her, desperate to remind myself this isn't a dream. I want this moment burned into my brain for all eternity because it's more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
“Mine,” I say through clenched teeth and go deeper.
“Gideon!” She shouts my name loud enough that if there’s anyone outside the door, I’m sure they heard it.
The thought makes me even more possessive, and I rut harder. I want her to scream my name from the top of this hotel so everyone knows she belongs to me. That I’m the only one that’s ever going to be inside her.
Her pussy clenches, and her legs tense as her orgasm hits. It’s hot and fast, but so are we, and I can’t hold back. My balls draw up tight, and I cum with her while she milks my cock. It’s messy, just how I promised, and I want nothing more than to collapse onto her and do it again.
But we are running out of time.
It takes us a moment to catch our breath, and when I finally pull out, I stare down at what I’ve done. Her pussy is dripping with my cum, and there’s a tinge of her virgin blood on my cock. It’s erotic and filthy and yet somehow exactly right.
“Mine,” I say again, only this time as a vow.
I manage to put my straining cock back in my pants and fix her dress just as the doorknob jiggles.
“Why is this door locked?” I hear Emerson’s mother snap on the other side.
“Oh no,” Emerson gasps and sits up.
“This is it,” I tell her as I cup her face with my hands. “I love you and always want you to have a choice.” I tuck the hair that has come loose behind her ear as I take a deep breath. “I told you that I didn't want to put you in another cage. That I wanted to set you free. That’s what I’ve done.”
