Page 34 of Legacy

“What is it you need?” I asked through clenched teeth.

Over and over, I pounded into her with a relentless force. I whipped my hips, pummeling her tight pussy.

“Right there. Oh. Right there.” She dropped her forehead to mine.

I barely brushed my thumb across her clit, and she detonated, her back bowing and her nails digging into the skin of my nape.

“Eli,” she cried out as her pussy clamped down as if it were a vise grip on my throbbing cock.

My control snapped, and without giving a damn about anyone hearing, I pushed her into the wall so hard that her back thudded. Each deep sink of my cock into her soaked cunt had her moaning louder. Every time I ground againsther, rocking upward to get her to take all of my dick, she clenched me tighter. I wanted that orgasm to keep going.

It was perfect. It was filthy. It was a brutal taking.

Her release had barely faded when she slapped her hands to the wall, trying to push up and find purchase as I drove into her with a furious need to fill her with my cum.

I grabbed both of her hands and held them in place. She was almost spread-eagle against the surface of the wall as I fucked into her with all the pent-up anger and frustration I’d held in. She cried out.

Faster. Harder. Deeper. I lost myself in the need to come, to bruise Avra’s pussy with the brutal hits of my body against hers. Pinned to the wall, rocking from my thrusts, she took it.

Like a good whore.

Mywhore.

“My wife,” I uttered, almost in disbelief still that I had one.

In all her defiant, bold attitude, Avra was the woman who’d belong to me for the rest of our lives.

She sucked in a quick breath, clamping her tight pussy around me. She trembled and quivered, shaking as she came again.

I smashed my mouth to hers, muffling her unrestrained cries. Her orgasm was too much to resist. I was too close. I was right there. She was too tight and slick, wrapped around me and milking me so good.

Angling my face to lock us together, I drove into her without a break until I came. My balls had been so tight, high, and ready for me to come, and with a tingling streak ofpleasure along my spine, I gave in and filled her womb with jet after jet of my cum.

Goosebumps covered my skin, and I resisted the chill of a shiver at how fucking good she was. At how damned heady a fuck against the wall could be with her. Pleasure coursed through me as I remained lodged deep inside her.

“I’m only your whore when we fuck, Eli,” Avra said as she continued to catch her breath.

I lifted my head from her neck and looked at her. “Where else would you be my whore?”

“I want to make sure you understand I’m only this way in private. I submit to no one in public.”

My cock twitched at the challenge in her green eyes. The need to fuck her again, to make her do as she’d said—submit—pulsed in my blood.

Except murmurs of voices, nearing, reached my ears, telling me someone was looking for us.

I pulled out of her.

“Our time alone is over.” I stepped back and looked at her gown, almost cringing at its state.

Well, there was that saying about hell and good intentions for a reason.

Avra looked down at herself and sighed. “Well, it looks as if I will need an outfit change.”

“Don’t tell me you have an extra wedding dress lying around here.”

“No. Laya expected me to tire of the layers of heavy material and packed an elegant alternative just in case.”

I stared at her. “Something tells me your sisters and you make plans for your plans.”

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