Page 8 of Happily Ever After
Letting go of everything, I lose myself in her body.
I lose myself in everything that is Ella, owning her fully.
Mine!
The thought has my orgasm surge up my spine.
My cock swells almost unbearably before exploding in Ella's molten heat. I spill myself inside her, my brain detonating with fireworks.
Only with Ella.
Only ever with her!
We lie motionless for a small eternity as we both float slowly back to earth after this trip to outer space.
Our breathing is ragged, our bodies slick with sweat. We should take a shower, but neither one of us wants to move.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, enjoying this intimacy.
Eventually, I roll us so Ella lies on top of me.
Soon enough, her breath evens out, her chest gently rising and falling.
She's fast asleep.
It's been a long day, and she's exhausted.
Pulling her closer against me, I breathe in her scent, now mingled with my own. Just as it should be.
Within minutes, my eyelids grow heavy too, and sleep is trying to pull me under.
Only four more days... four more days until she is mine forever.
Chapter Four
Ella
The room is dark when I awake. For a moment, I don't recognize where I am and jolt upright with fear. It's a hangover from when I was kidnapped and woke up in a strange bed in an even stranger bedroom.
But a glance at my sleeping fiancé reassures me all is well. Letting out a long breath, I lie back down, pulling the sheet up over my body. Ade was right, the nights are cooler here now.
After a few minutes, my eyes adjust to the darkness, the sliver of moonlight shining through the open window helping me to see.
I stare into space, watching the sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling around the bed sway gently in the breeze.
I need sleep! Or I'll look horrid in our wedding pictures.
So I close my eyes and focus on the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore. It's soothing. People pay good money for white noise machines to have this. I get it for free.
Beside me, Aiden is fast asleep. Why am I not? It's been a long trip from the States to Sicily and then by boat to the island. I was exhausted earlier, yet now, sleep won't come.
I try counting sheep, but when that doesn't work either, I slide out of bed, careful not to wake Ade.
The moonbeams illuminate the room enough for me to see where I'm going. I pick up Ade's discarded shirt and pull it on as I make my way to the terrace door and step through it.
All is quiet, well, except for the gentle breaking of the waves down by the beach.
I hold onto the balustrade as I crane my neck to look over the trees to see the water. It's calling me to get closer.
