Page 199 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
“I’m very sure.” I smile.
I am. I ache for him, and when he touches me, he’ll know how eager I am.
In fact, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
“Part of me wants to wait,” he says, his heated gaze a contrast to his words. “Wait until we’re husband and wife. But there’s one part of me in particular that’s done waiting.”
Indeed, his cock is big and hard and majestic. I’ve seen it before. Handled it, sucked it.
But today, it will go inside me, and we’ll be together in the most intimate way.
He slides his hands between my legs. “Mmm. Ready for me.”
I whimper at his touch, roll my hips for more. “Always, Chance. I’ll always be ready for you.”
With his other hand, he takes mine, entwines our fingers together. “I love you so much, Avery Marsh.”
“And I love you, Chance Bridger.”
He leans down, brushes his lips over mine in a soft kiss, and then he leads me into the warm spring. It’s not a bed. Far from it. But he takes me to a flat piece of rock and places me upon it. The height is perfect for him to slide inside me.
He leans down and takes my lips, kissing me deeply, passionately. Chance Bridger is an amazing kisser, and I love the way his soft tongue encircles mine. The kiss becomes hungrier, more raw, more untamed, and he squeezes one breast, thumbing my hard nipple.
I’m throbbing between my legs, so aching and empty…and today, I’ll be filled.
Filled for the first time.
We’ve been waiting for a month. I went on the pill four weeks ago, and we had to wait for it to take effect.
And now?
We’re both so needy and aching and full of the lust of young love.
Chance breaks the kiss and inhales a deep breath. “You sure, Ave?” he asks again.
I love that he’s checking on me, but he doesn’t need to.
“God, yes. I’m sure.”
His body is tense while his words are gentle. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shake my head. “You won’t.”
“Put your arms around me, baby. I’m going to go in quickly, okay?”
“Please,” I breathe.
I gasp as he pushes into me, taking my virginity with one swift thrust. Is there pain? A little. But it’s nothing compared to the fulfillment I feel in my body, heart, and soul.
“Fuck,” he growls, holding himself still deep inside me.
This is the man I love. The man who will be my husband. The man who will father my children.
The man who is my life.
“Okay?” He looks down into my eyes.
I shift my hips, adjusting to being stretched. I nod and raise my knees to squeeze his hips.
