Page 145 of Only For Him

When I open the door, the first thing I see is her beautiful form, the second is a stack of papers.

The marriage license lays unsigned, a pen laying across it on my nightstand. As I stare at it, Braelynn turns in bed, rustling the sheets.

Pushing her hair from her face, she peers up at me through thick lashes. Her naked body is covered by only a sheet from her waist up and the comforter hugs her hips. She’s tucked it between her legs and untangles herself from it.

“Declan?” she murmurs my name and I swear I’m getting used to her waking up to me hovering over her.

I close the door and tell her it’s all right and to go to bed.

She groans a sweet and sexy sound as she rolls and her breasts nearly show, but the sheet still covers them. Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous. I’m hard instantly. I close my eyes and hold back a groan as I strip down.

“What time is it?” she asks and I let her know it’s nearly 4:00 a.m.

“We should sleep in tomorrow,” she says sleepily and then hugs my pillow, scooting close to my spot, as if she’s waiting for me to join her. I love it. I fucking love the little things she does like that.

It doesn’t change the guilt though. It only makes it grow in my chest.

I tell her, as I stand at the foot of the bed, “I’m sorry I got you into all this.” My voice is low and at first, I think she hasn’t heard me, but then she speaks.

“I had an idea of what I was getting into.”

“If you could go back,” I dare to ask her, “would you?” The bed groans as I climb in next to her.

“No. That’s the part I can’t get over,” she murmurs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The raw honesty is something I didn’t quite expect.

I chuckle, deep and low. “It’s not funny but—”

“No it’s not,” she comments back although apparently my smile is contagious because she wears one too. It brightens up her face.

Smiling into the crook of her neck, I wrap my arms around her and pull her in close. “I fucking love when I make you smile,” I murmur at the shell of her ear and then nip her lobe. She yelps a sweet little sound while tangling her legs with mine.

I’m naked, she’s naked, and this is all I want right now.

“Spread your legs for me,” I command her, kissing down her neck and she’s more than eager to agree. Opening for me and wrapping her legs around my hips. Before gripping my cock, I let my thumb rub her clit and her body shivers under me.

The sight of her teeth sinking into her lip as her neck arches makes me desperate to feel her cunt wrapped around me. In one quick thrust, I’m inside of her. I don’t give her time to adjust, I don’t stop when she gasps or when her nails dig into my back. I fuck her like she’s mine, all mine to do whatever I want with. I shove myself as far as I can inside of her, groaning into the crook of her neck as she screams out my name. Then I pound into her, over and over again, loving how she cries out each time in utter ecstasy.

She screams out my name. Mine.

“Come for me my little whore,” I command her and as if my words are her undoing, she obeys. It’s fucking heaven, feeling her come on my cock.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper and then ravage her. Relentlessly taking her and riding through her orgasm. By the time I’m done, she’s lost herself again and trembles beneath me, kissing me tenderly as I pulse inside of her.

I only get out of bed to clean up and return with a warm damp cloth to clean her up as well. She moans softly as I do and then bites down on her lip. “Settle down my little whore,” I reprimand her and she smiles wider, that deep blush darkening her tanned skin.

When I get back, the license stares back at me on the nightstand. I sign it without thinking of anything other than how I feel right now.

“I need you to sign this,” I tell her and put the paper on the pillow, the pen in her hand.

“Yes, husband,” she says as if she’s joking, but she signs it. A loopyBthat’s curved and refined, signed with a shitty ball point pen on a pillow.

She hands me the pen and paper and tells me to get into bed. It’s late and I need to sleep.

Fuck, married for not even a minute and she already has me whipped.

“Yes, wife,” I respond, again somewhat comically, but my heart pounds in my chest with a feeling I’ve never known.

As I lay down and get comfortable, she cuddles next to me, her soft curvy body against mine, and kisses my chest. Then she tells me she loves me, and I believe her.

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