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The first time that I had a feeling she felt the same way was when she’d been all dolled up. She tried to flirt, but accidentally spilled a beer on her brother. Embarrassed, she ran away. He tried to tell her it was fine, but I knew it wasn’t him that upset her. It was me, but I didn’t have the right to stick my nose in their business. She was only seventeen at the time and fucking sexy as hell. I swore then that I’d do all I could to give her distance to let her grow while making myself financially independent to care for her and our future children. Besides, I’d invested too much in my father’s company not to comply with the terms of my inheritance.

“I’m gonna kiss you, Elena,” I whisper. It’s not a question; it’s a statement of fact because it’s well overdue. Lowering my head, I brush my lips over her pillowy ones and a tiny gasp escapes her, sending a growl through me. I drag her closer with one hand around the small of her back and the other fisting a bunch of her long, caramel-brown hair. She likes to dye it, but I don’t care as long as I can grip it and keep her near me.

“Fuck, Elena. It’s time to strip you out of these scraps of clothes and fuck this pussy that belongs to me,” I tell her, trailing my fingers over her heated skin at the nape of her neck.

“Yes, Cameron. Please.” That’s what I want to hear. She’s full of lust, and I need that. I lift her up and carry her into the room, lying her on the bed that is right inside the back entrance of the villa—perfect for lovers on the beach. I tug off the flimsy flower robe that barely covers anything on her delectable body and toss it on the floor.

“So sexy, my queen.” I run my hands over her collarbones and down her shoulders as I caress her sweet lips. Her hands slide up my chest, running over the buttons on my dress shirt, making me wish I’d gone with just a tee, but I’d rushed out of a meeting to make sure I got on her flight.

Dipping my head, I swipe my tongue along her throat and move lower, pulling the cup off and sucking on her taut, dark pink nipple. She mutters my name under her breath as she grabs the sheets.

“Mine, Elena. I’ve waited for so long now, and you’re all mine.” I give a quick yank, freeing her of the skimpy panties that will be destroyed. She’s lucky I didn’t kill that motherfucker out there. If she thought I’d let anyone touch her supple, smooth, precious body, she was crazy. My brain pulses with rage, thinking of how close I came. She’s mine and always will be. I rise up and unbutton my shirt, watching her chest rise and fall with sexual need. I reach down and strum her pussy, pushing my thumb into her heat, circling around her slit and then I greedily bring it to my mouth.

There’s something I must do before we go any further. Pulling her rings out of my pocket, I grab her hand and bring it to my lips. Kissing her fingers, I cause her to moan and then I slip the diamond and matching band on her finger. What my beautiful bride didn’t notice is that my ring has been on for hours now.

“Oh my God. These are beautiful, Cameron.” Internally, I’m beaming with her approval.

“Not as beautiful as you. Now, lie back, my queen. The king is ready for his feast.” She giggles, which then turns into a moan when my finger slides into her tight pussy. Fuck, she’s going to break off my cock when I get inside her. The grip of her walls around my digit drives me wild.

My balls tighten up, ready to nut. That’s not good, because I’m going to be done before we get started. I’ve waited a lifetime for this moment, and I’d hate to ruin the fucker. Sliding down onto my stomach, I grip her thighs and pull her to my mouth. I lick her seam like my favorite ice cream, and no other flavor will be good enough again. She’s ruined that for me, but I don’t mind because I’d rather have her on my tongue—daily.

“Cameron,” she cries out, gripping the sheets, tugging them violently. “I…”

“That’s it. Feed me that pussy. It belongs to me. It’s mine, and I want that orgasm on my tongue right now, wife. Give me your sticky sweetness before I spank that ass.”

“Fuck,” she groans, and her ass flexes as her body spasms into a hard orgasm. Her pussy juices coat my tongue and face. I swat her ass for good measure, and she clenches again. Rising up, I shove off my pants, grateful that I managed to kick off my shoes when we stepped inside. I don’t remember sliding them off, but they are. Quickly, I’m naked and I make sure she’s completely bared to me, the bikini ruined and my dick dripping cum on her thigh as I stare down at her.

“Elena, I’ve waited forever for you. Time to make you mine. This is going to hurt, but I promise I’ll make it better, my queen.” I position my tip at her entrance, testing the feel, and I have to count by threes to get myself under control.

Looking down at the love of my life, I smile and say, “Forever together,” and then I make us one, pushing all the way into her tight sheath. She lets out a cry, hands gripping my biceps, nails digging in and her eyes slammed shut. I feel like a prick, but it had to be done. I reach between us and rub her mound, lightly touching her nub until I feel her pulse. My eyes never leave her face as I judge her reactions. Slowly the pain fades, and her eyes open with a heightened appetite.

“Better?”

A soft smile spreads across her face. “Yes, my king.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” I growl, dropping my head to kiss her hard. Once I pull back, I finally begin to move. My hands find purchase on the mattress as I work my cock into her pussy. “I’m going to put my son inside of you.”

“You’re cocky.”

“No, Elena. I’m determined.” Sweat builds down my spine as my orgasm teeters on the edge. I want her to come with me, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Ducking my head, I lick her pulse, biting and sucking on her neck, feeling her walls flex around my length and squeezing the fucker almost to numbness. It staves off the orgasm for just a minute, but it’s only a matter of time before I spray her womb.

I drive into her repeatedly, panting, breathing over and over the words that I mean. “You are mine, Elena. I’ll never give you up. Never.” My muscles flex in my arms as I attempt to keep my weight off her tiny frame while indulging in her perfect tits. My chest burns with insane lust that I need to quench.

“Fuck, you’re going to break me in two.”

“I’ll always put you back together. Now come for me before I spank that ass.” She does as I command and her orgasm rips through her body, driving mine deep inside, spraying her walls with my seed. I spank her ass just because I can.

My heart can’t handle how beautiful she looks thoroughly fucked. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, so I slide out of her with a groan. My poor queen is exhausted. I head into the bathroom and pull out the handkerchief she got me as a Christmas present. I never wore it because it was special to me, but I know what it’s perfect for. I wet it and bring it to her mound. “Whoa. Ah.” She sighs and closes her eyes.

“Better, Elena?”

“Yes, Cameron.” Her voice is laced with exhaustion. I set the material down and then wrap her up in my arms. Her hand rests on my chest as we fall asleep. “I love you, Cameron.”

“I’ve always loved you, Elena.” I press my hand to the crown of her head and let the peace fill me.

Chapter Four

Elena

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