Page 2 of Always and Forever

“We’ll make it work. This is going to happen, angel. It’s not negotiable.”

“Is it now?” I laugh.

His determination to make me legally his is kind of cute.

My laughter is replaced with a guttural moan when Tiero pushes inside me with one long, deep thrust, shooing away anything other than the feel of him.

That moment of us becoming one, of being so intimately connected… it never gets old. The stretch, the exquisite burn—it excites every nerve ending in my body. I want it… every single day of my life.

“All we need is you and me… and an officiant,” Tiero continues.

Huh?

What were we talking about? Correction, what washetalking about?

When I don’t answer straight away, Tiero increases his pace.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he moans into my neck.

I couldn’t agree more.

“So what do you say, angel?”

“About?” Thinking is becoming hard when everything inside me is primed to ignite.

He stops moving then. Buried deep inside me, he lifts my chin and connects our gazes.

Ready to complain about the loss of friction, the words die in my throat. The intensity of Tiero’s gaze renders me speechless. My heart slams against my ribcage with alarming force. Heat rushes to every cell of my body, leaving a trail of tingles and goosebumps.

The love and devotion in his eyes shine as bright as the sun—I bask in it.

Wow! And it’s all for me.

“I love you, Ella. I want you to be mine in all ways,” he rasps, his voice almost unrecognizable. “We’ll only ever need each other.”

“Yes,” is all I manage to say, realizing I want him to be mine in all ways too.

“I want to be yours always and forever. And I want you to be mine for all of eternity. Let’s make it official.”

I have no idea how we’re going to pull this off, because I still want it to be special… memorable.

We live deliberately in the middle of nowhere. But there are several churches in Homer, surely there’ll be a priest who can marry us?

But then we’re in hiding. We can’t just rock up with our fake documents, can we?

Plus, I don’t want to get married with a false identity. I want to take our vows as Ella Rose O’Neil and Gualtiero Leandro De Marco.

This is going to be a challenge. But when have we…

“You’re thinking too much, princess,” Tiero rumbles in my ear. “I’m not doing my job right if you can still string a sentence together in that pretty head of yours.”

He takes my nipple into his mouth and bites down softly. The pain is immediate, traveling to my core and bringing me back to the here and now.

Tiero begins moving again. Each stroke of his cock inside my pussy is deliberate and hitting my sweet spot, proving to me that he can easily make me forget everything.

All thoughts dissolve at his onslaught, and he spends the next couple of hours sending me to the stars over and over again.

Chapter Two

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