Page 26 of Strings Attached

The bed dips beneath me, and I look at him, his cock is thick and erect. Heat pools between my legs as he positions himself at my entrance.

He thrusts into me, his cock thick as he bottoms out inside of me. “So full,” I murmur as I press my lips against his.

He deepens the kiss, our bodies moving slowly as he moves, slowly withdrawing before pushing back inside of me.

He tears his mouth away from me, both of us breathing hard. “I love you, Mireille,” he grunts. “So much. I can’t wait for you to become my wife.”

I push down against his cock, moving against him, matching him thrust for thrust. When he starts to move faster.

"Yes." I cry out, loving the feeling of his cock stretching me. The way that the pain burns as he drives into my pussy and then the pleasure that takes over me. “I can’t wait either, I want to be your wife.”

He pounds into me like a man possessed. It feels as though he's hitting deep into my womb. With every hard thrust, I whimper, my body climbing as it reaches new heights.

Never have I felt this amount of pleasure in my life. My body’s shaking, my breathing laboured and my heart’s racing. Every time it gets better and better. I don’t think we could ever top this thought.

“Evander,” I breathe. “I’m going to come.”

His jaw clenches as he thrusts into me harder. I’m barely hanging on, the pace is unrelenting. “Fuck, yes, come,” he demands.

I do. I come apart, my back arching as I cry out his name. I cling to his body as pleasure ripples through me.

He continues to fuck me—hard, fast, and deep. I’m a pile of mush at this stage, barely able to keep up with him, my body completely depleted of strength.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, I can’t hold back,” he snarls. “God, I’m going to fucking cum.”

“Yes,” I hiss, needing him to explode, wanting to feel him do so.

He thrusts deep inside of me until he bottoms out, and with a groan he cums. “Miri, fuck, Miri,” he groans as he cums deep inside of me.

His lips crash down against mine and he takes my breath away as he dominates me with his mouth.

God, I’m so in love with this man, I can’t wait for the day that we say I do, and I become his wife.

I’m breathing hard as he pulls out of me. “You’ve made me a happy man, Miri.”

I grin at him, he has no idea just how happy he’s made me. “Love you,” I whisper, my throat clogged with emotion.

He presses a quick kiss to my lips before helping me up off the bed and leading me to the bathroom.

I don’t think this day could ever be topped.

I’m going to marry the man I love more than life itself and he loves me just as much. I really lucked out and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us both.

Epilogue

MIREILLE

Nine months later

I stare downat the beautiful boy in my arms, the wedding band on my finger nestled beneath the gorgeous engagement ring that Evander gave me nine months ago glistens against my finger. That night was eventful in so many ways.

Our son lies in my arms, happy and content. I'm exhausted having been in labor for twelve hours, but I'm beyond happy and in love.

Evander sits on the edge of the hospital bed, his eyes filled with wonder as he gazes at our newborn son. "He's perfect," he whispers, gently stroking the baby's cheek with his finger.

I smile up at my husband, feeling a surge of love for both him and our child. "He is. Just like his daddy."

Evander chuckles softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to my forehead. "I think he takes after his beautiful mother."

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