Page 71 of Cruelest Contract
Meanwhile, I pump my fingers into her, teasing and testing to find out what makes her feel good. The deeper I go, the more she quivers. She’s tight and slippery. The ideal combination.
But I’ve got one last demand before I’ll let her come. “I need to hear you say that you’ll be my wife, Cecilia. Together, we’ll build a dynasty.”
“Julian,” she pants as she fucks my hand. “I already said yes.”
I pull my fingers out and taste them, making sure she opens those pretty brown eyes wide enough to see. “Say it again. All the words. Give me what I need and I’ll give you what you need. That’s the kind of marriage we’ll have.”
“I’ll be your wife.” She clutches me. Trembling. Moaning. Nearly in tears over having her orgasm interrupted. “Iwantto be your wife. Please.”
Fuck, look at her. She’s ready to fall down and follow any order I give. I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect bride.
“Shh.” I brush my lips over hers. “You did good, baby. I’ll take care of you now.”
My fingers plunge into her and my thumb finds her clit. She’s convulsing within seconds, wave after wave of sweet pleasure wracking her body as she clings to my neck. My free hand unlocks her right arm and guides her palm to my cock. She’s still shaking when I erupt so hard that I see actual fucking stars while spurting all over her hand, her forearm and her belly.
And it’s not enough.
A wild, possessive instinct takes over and I rub my hand through the hot mess I just made. The two fingers I just fucked her with are still wet and now also soaked with my own cum.
I push them back inside her. Deep. Deliberate.
She saw. She knows.
And she fucking loves it.
She moves her hips to ride my hand until a second cataclysmic wave of pleasure destroys her.
Now that she’s limp in my arms, barely able to stand, gripping my shoulders and trying to hang on, I have everything I want.
Cecilia is all mine.
We made a deal. I’ll keep my promises and I’ll always take care of her.
Cecilia has no objection when I place her under the gentle spray of water. I get a lot of satisfaction from using my favorite shower gel on her body, like rubbing her with my scent is another means of marking my territory.
After we’ve lathered up and rinsed off together, I wrap her in a bath towel and tenderly dry her off, not caring that I’m naked and dripping water all over the bathroom tile.
She’s bound to feel cold once we leave all the tropical steam. My solution is to dress her in one of my warm flannel shirts. The red and black checked pattern suits her, even if the sleeves cover her hands and the hem reaches past her knees.
Cecilia sits on the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap and watches me pull on a worn pair of jeans. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed. There’s a new dreamy contentment on her face. Back to back orgasms are obviously good for her health.
I wink at her and then zip my jeans. “What kind of ring do you want?”
She looks down at her hand. “I don’t know. I’ve never given it any thought.”
“Give it some thought. We’ll drive into the city tomorrow and pick one out.”
“Okay.” Cecilia responds with a happy smile that threatens to thaw out some inactive piece of my soul. I need to have her in my bed and all to myself every night.
Once I’ve thrown on a shirt, I reach out a hand to help her up. She hugs the wreckage of her clothes in the crook of her elbow and accepts my hand.
“What do we do about a wedding?” she asks with a flicker of concern.
“We’ll do whatever you want.” I wrap my arms around her. A wedding is bound to be a touchy subject given her history. “We can fly to Vegas or we can drive to the county courthouse. Your call.”
She tilts her head back to look up at me. “Can we get married here?” she asks. “Nothing fancy. Just family and close friends. I want to invite Alice. And Gabe of course.” She makes a face and sighs. “I suppose I’ll need to invite Angelo and my grandfather too.”
“Like I said, whatever you want.” I dip my head to kiss her lips. “And the sooner the better.”
