Page 25 of Garnish with a Candy Cane
Our gazes lock while I push in and then retreat. Again and again so her essence covers me inch by inch and I slip deeper into her tight perfection. When her hips rock against mine, I know she’s ready to take all of me inside her. “Hold onto me. I don’t want to lose any part of you when I make you mine completely.”
Eager and obedient her shaking arms coil around my neck. I glide my hand to her ass cheek and raise her pelvis, angling her body to ensure one swift drive will seat me completely so I only have to hurt her once. “I love you Duchess.”
When her succulent lips create an exquisite ‘o’ of shock, I slam into her. Breaking through her resistance and filling her as far as she can accept me. Covering her mouth with mine, I swallow down her shriek of pain and share the taste of her delicious pussy with her. Slow and gentle I thrust into my future wife while I feast on her tongue, knowing I’ve never had anything this sweet before. I finally hear the moan I’ve been waiting for and smile against her lips, puffy from me ravishing her. “Feel good?”
“Better than I imagined.”
My own body quakes from the restraint I’m battling not to devour her. I may be an asshole but she won’t ever suffer from my selfishness. Keeping my painful snail’s pace despite my balls screaming for rutting into her and releasing my seed deep in her womb, I nuzzle her neck. “I knew you’d be worth the wait.”
The admission makes her laugh and me hurt even more from her flawless tits shaking underneath me with her humor. “We’ve only known each other two days.”
“I’ve waited a lifetime for you baby girl.”
She doesn’t miss the sincerity in my confession and her small hands cup my face. I barely hang on when she lifts her head to kiss me. The initiative of her seeking me this time is almost too much for my coiled body to bear and I plunge into her involuntarily, grappling to maintain some semblance of control. When she meets my hips and welcomes my intrusion, I lose my fucking mind and finally take her like I need to take her.
I drive hard and deep, an onslaught of raw animal thrusts bent on claiming her beyond any recognition. She’s pinned to the bed, unable to stop me. Yet, she doesn’t protest. Instead she wraps around me and holds on tight. Jesus. She’s so fucking perfect. “Just like that. Let me fuck you until you come on my cock too.”
A hard shudder rolls through her from my dirty demands, and she grips me harder. Nails dig into my shoulders and her cheek smashes to mine riding out the force of my deluge. I rise onto my knees and my hand clutches the headboard while my other arm holds her in place. She whimpers in my ear with her release and after a few more pumps I can’t hold back any longer. Flooding her with my release until I’m empty, I see fucking stars exploding in my vision.
Aftershocks hit me harder than I’ve ever experienced and I drop to my hip rolling her with me to keep her close. Fuck me if I feel like I’m awakening from unconsciousness as I float down. Hard breaths blow against my scorching skin and I know she’s experiencing the same phenomenon. “You okay?”
“Yes.”
Her groggy whisper sounds anything but okay, so I lean back to inspect her face. I need to confirm she really is all right. More than fine she smiles up at me, almost as if drugged, and then snuggles in again. I stroke her damp hair until she completely softens and let the peace of her contentedness pull me under too.
Iknow I look like a dork with the massive, goofy smile covering my face. At this point though, I’m not sure I care anymore. The perfect man walks beside me and he proves himself to me over and over.
Just like this morning, when we woke up coated in my blood. Instead of being irritated, Duke made love to me again. Wouldn’t even let me shower first he was so urgent and insistent to be inside me from the reminder he is my first and only. Yet knowing I’m sore, he held back and took me with such gentleness which makes me love him even more.
Love.
Unable to contain my laugh, he grins down at me. I can’t believe I think I’m already in love. I accuse him of being crazy when I’m actually the one who’s insane. This is what he and his devotion have done to me. I never thought I would be this lucky.
All of my bliss fades when we turn the corner to Nana’s room.
The door’s closed.
My heart drops in my chest. She’s having a bad day. She may not even be able to eat the amazing breakfast his chef made for her that I know she would’ve loved. I won’t be able to tell her about us moving in with Duke. Or explain how this whirlwind romance might actually be real.
I slowly draw in a calming breath and reach for theknob with my free hand. Duke’s huge fingers wrap around my wrist,preventingme from shoving down the handle.
“What’s wrong?”
Of course he notices. He notices everything since hisattention never leaves me,never focuses on anything but me when we’re together. Trying to explain her issues feels overwhelming, so I don’t try. Instead Itake the simplest approach. “She probably won’t remember us.”
Me. What I really mean is she won’t remember me. The truth hurts to admit, and I swallow down the lump in my throat. His thumb caresses back and forth over my skin, soothing me in my grief.
“Then we’ll just make sure she enjoys her meal.”
He’s right. Wallowing in my disappointment won’t change anything. I smile my appreciation at him for his wisdom and support, earning a sweet, lingering kiss on my temple. “Thank you.”
“Always Duchess.”
With an approving nod, he twists the lever, while his other hand never leaves the small of my back as he guides me inside.
Grandmother keeps knitting, never looking up or acknowledgingus entering her room. I force a cheerful expression and upbeat tone. “Good morning Nana.”
Her head slowly rises from looking at her navy yarn, needles clacking in the musty air scented with fake rose air freshener. Zero recognition as she scans Duke but a flicker of familiarity crosses her face when she glances at me.
