Page 38 of Her Wedding Night

GABRIEL

Two years later

She’s in the stacks, looking for a book.

I’m two stacks over, watching her. Getting hard, because she’s worrying her bottom lip, and she knows if she does that she’s going to get a spanking tonight.

But God damn it, I don’t think I can wait until I get her back to my cabin in the woods.

I’m going to need to take her here in the library.

Silently I leave the stacks and do a quick reconnaissance of the area. There’s nobody on this floor right now. Two cameras cover the public study area, but there are dead zones in the stacks.

She’s in one right now.

I wonder if she’s been checking out the detailed notes I take on the campus security system.

I step into the aisle she’s in, blocking the light that drifts in from the common area.

It takes her a beat to look up, and when she does, her eyes go wide.

I prowl toward her. “You’re all alone up here, bunny.”

“I just needed a book,” she squeaks. “I’ll go downstairs?—”

“It’s too late for that.” I growl and catch her by the wrist, spinning her around.

“Careful,” she whispers as I press her back against the fixed wooden shelf.

“I remember,” I whisper back, holding myself off her enough so her swollen, aching breasts aren’t crushed by my chest.

She slides her hands over my shoulders and lets me hoist her up, her sundress falling away so her bare legs are wrapped around me and her wet little cunt, bare under the flowing skirt, is pressed hard against my erection. Once she’s braced and pinned in place, I let go of her and curve my hand over the slight swell of her belly.

“Pregnant little bunnies are my favourite prey,” I growl. “Can’t go an hour without needing to find one and have a little taste.”

She smacks my chest. “Bunnies plural?”

I laugh and kiss her mouth. “One bunny. For life.”

“That’s better.” She kisses me and wiggles. Horny little bunny.

I set her down and turn her around, then crouch behind her. I flip her skirt up, my hands huge on her hips. I curve my fingers over her soft, jiggly, perfect bottom. It only takes the lightest pressure to tip her hips up so I can see more of her slit, her beautiful, pretty little pussy looking right back at me.

“That’s it, bunny. Show Daddy your pretty little holes. Show me where you’re needy.”

She arches her back more, her ass cheeks pulling apart, and I lean in to take a complete taste of my girl.

My A-student.

My mate.

The mother-to-be of my baby. Our baby.

She pulses against my tongue, her pussy swelling, her clit getting hard, and fuck it.

A taste is not enough.

I stand and unzip.

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