Page 124 of He Should Be Mine
I had planned on our first time making love, being after I had succeeded in all my plans. Molly is a prize I was not going to let myself enjoy until I had earned it. Until I had killed Riccardo, conquered an empire and laid it at Molly’s feet.
But fate clearly had other plans. Destiny presented me with an opportunity, and there was no possible way to resist. And it was perfect. Molly spent the night in my arms where he is meant to be. I have never felt prouder of anything in my life.
I pleased him. And it was the most incredible experience I have ever had. Making love to Molly was more than I dreamed of. It was a thousand times better.
I’m never going to look at another person. I’m never going to touch anyone else. For the rest of my days it is going to be Molly and only Molly. Now that I have found perfection, why would I waste my time with anything inferior?
I feel complete now. Whole. I’ve found my missing puzzle piece.
Molly is the one. My forever and always. My home and my reason for breathing.
I don’t understand how I was ever blind to it. How was my denial so strong? At first I told myself I didn’t want him, that I wasn’t gay. Then I let myself believe I was going to make him my kept boy.
Now I have finally accepted the truth. Or, more accurately, it has smashed through me with all the might of a wrecking ball.
Molly is my one true love. My soul mate. My wife in all but name.
No… I mean husband. Husband. The word feels strange. I never thought I’d have a husband. I always assumed my future included a wife.
Husband. I like the sound of it, even if I am only speaking it in the privacy of my own mind.
My heart leaps. My thoughts race. Perhaps we could get married, in secret? My wedding to Isabella could be faked. Molly could be my true spouse. My husband. And so what if no one else knows? We are the only ones who need to know the truth of what we are to each other.
Molly makes a small, soft noise as he wriggles closer to me. A sound of complaint. He is telling me off for daring to be two inches away instead of one. I agree with him. Any distance between us is wrong.
I wish I could hold him and let him drift off to sleep. I bet he would sleep well. Safe in my arms after I tired him out thoroughly.
But it’s not safe. Who knows when Riccardo will come back? And the evidence of what we have done is all over the sheets. All over Molly.
I can feel shallow scratches down my back. The mark of his teeth in my shoulder. But those don’t need to be hidden. I don’t think I could bear it if they did. Molly’s marks are the proudest thing I have ever earned and worn.
But the rest of it needs to go.
Reluctantly, I slide out of bed. Thank God my knee is holding up.
“Shower time,” I say.
Molly grumbles something and burrows into the blankets. The pale cream of the top blanket catches my attention. It’s the one I wrapped him in when he was sick. The one he put on the sofa for me to reimbue with my scent. The one I returned to the sofa a couple of days after fulfilling his wish.
The sight of it makes me smile and my heart all but burst.
I bend and take Molly’s arm. “Shower time.”
I pull him up. We are both naked. Our clothes long since scattered. I know every inch of him now, but the sight of him still takes my breath away. It always will do.
Gently, I steer him into the shower. He gasps when the cold spray hits us. I stand behind him and hold him close. The water heats up and Molly sighs with pleasure. His head drops back to rest on my shoulder.
I get to work on cleaning him up. On gently soaping up every inch of him. It is another excuse to explore his incredible body.
I thoroughly clean his crack and ass and he practically purrs like a cat. I try to focus on his warm contentedpleasure and not the fact that it feels as if I am washing all traces of myself away. It is an absurd thought, anyway. I wore a condom. The carnal delight of filling him with my cum and rubbing my essence into his skin, has not happened yet. I need to put it from my mind.
I run my hand over his pierced nipples and he lets out a little moan. My cock valiantly gives a twitch, even though I am thoroughly spent.
My other hand slides all the way up his wet soapy chest. I play with both of his piercings. Pulling, tugging, twisting. He lets out a beautiful sound.
I glance down his body and see his half-hard cock. Oh the blessings of youth.
“Are you going to cum for me again, greedy boy?” I growl into his ear.
