Page 12 of Earn Me

Keiran

THREE YEARS AGO

She was still in her dress when he carried her over the threshold of his modest two-bedroom apartment.

It wasn’t what she deserved.

The couch was secondhand, the lighting too dim, and the place still smelled faintly of sawdust from his last project. She didn’t seem to notice. But Keiran did. He wanted to give her chandeliers. Marble floors. A damn penthouse with her name on every deed.

And he would do so.

One day.

He would give her all of those things and more...once it was safe.

But until then...

All Keiran could do was hold his wife in a tight embrace as the innocence of her smile cleansed his soul.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” she whispered, eyes wide and awestruck.

Neither can I,Keiran thought.

She slowly reached up to touch his cheek. "Andthis. I can't believe I can touch you—-"

His kiss cut her off, with the sweetness of her words once again his undoing. Her lips parted under his without hesitation, her breath audibly catching as she felt him unzip her dress from behind.

It was a simple little thing, a silk sheath that followed her every curve. She had made an exquisite bride in it earlier, but just like this damn house, their hurried wedding ceremony was far from what his Cadence deserved.

One day,Keiran swore to himself. One day he would give her everything. But for now, all he could do was this.

A night solely dedicated to his wife's pleasure, and it began the moment Keiran gently laid her down on his bed.

He took his time even as desire raged inside of him. Worshipped every inch of her soft, tender skin with his lips. Ran his fingertips over her sensitive flesh like she was as precious and fragile as porcelain. Lavished attention on the pink buds of her breasts until he had her whimpering and writhing helplessly under his rigid form.

Only then did he enter her, his throbbing shaft piercing the flimsy barrier of her virginity, his mouth swallowing her gasp of shock as her body arched against his.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he started to move. Her hips meeting his every thrust as he increased his pace.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Never had he been possessive towards any woman...until her.

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