Page 88 of Midnight Wedding

“That’s all I need.” His fingers slide inside me from behind as he grabs my hair. “Now, I want you to ask nicely.”

“For what?”

“My cock.”

“Arsen,” I whine, a little line of drool leaking from my lips. “Please fuck me.”

“My favorite words in the world.” He takes off his jeans and I watch hungrily as he fists his thick dick. “Beg again, baby.”

“I’m getting impatient.” I wiggle my hips for him, my legs spread. “Please, Arsen?—”

He grabs my hips and sinks himself into me roughly. I gasp as bliss hits me right in the skull. He sheathes himself in me, filling me to the brim. I’m stretched and filled beyond belief.

“This is how I like you,” he whispers, sliding himself in and out. “Nice andfucked.”

Oh, god.

He takes me from behind. His palm smacks my ass and he slams himself deeper. I’m riding on that edge and my eyes roll back into my head, and he throws me into heaven when he strokes my clit with his thumb.

“Arsen,” I moan, finishing all over his dick. He groans and goes harder, fucking me into submission, until I’m nothing but a puddle of bliss. He finishes inside of me, warm and gooey and perfect.

“That’s my girl,” he says, breathing hard.

“You like fucking me, don’t you?”

“That’s an understatement. You’re so fucking good, baby.”

“You are too.” I lean on his chest, grinning like a maniac. I waggle my eyebrows a little, and it feels strange with the piercing. “I’m going to have to get used to this.”

“You look beautiful. When you’re healed, I’m going to lick you, head to fucking toe.”

“I need to get pierced more often.”

“Wherever you want. Whenever you want.”

“What about tattoos?”

“If that’s what you want, I’ll find the best artist around.”

“Allie says I’d look good with them.”

“Cover every inch of yourself with ink if that’s what you want.” He strokes my hair and holds me tight. “I’ll love you regardless.”

I go very still. I’m not even sure he noticed what he just said. His breath is slow and even, and he’s got a little smile on his face.

I’ll love you regardless.

I knew that’s where this was headed. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been feeling it deep in my stomach whenever he’s around.

But that’s the first time either of us has said it out loud. At least in English.

It’s a surprise. I shouldn’t be so shocked, but I can’t seem to respond. Shouldn’t I tell him how I feel too? But he doesn’t seem like he cares if I say it back.

I want to say it back. I want to grab his cheeks, bite his tongue, and screamI love you tooright in his dumb face.

But I feel paralyzed by how big that is.

And all the implications of our love.

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