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“Don’t stop,” I whispered, so needy that I hardly cared if he figured I was easy. So long as he gave me this, so long as he came back to me and never stopped wanting to please me like this, I didn’t care.

“Then it will be real between us,” he vowed. “And you’ll never have any grounds to think about staying away from me. Fromus.”

I closed my eyes, accepting the fact that he wanted a real and lasting connection with me, after all.

It broke my heart that he’d only see me as a vessel to give him a child. Yet, I wanted to cling to the faint hope that one day, with more patience and as he learned how to be in a relationship, he’d valueme, just me, for who I was.

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DAMON

Lucy’s fingers tightened on my hair, tugging at my scalp with a bite of pain that I needed. I needed that sting to distract me from going too fast. Too hard. Because after the distance between us over the last week, I didn’t want this to be over too soon.

Knowing how much she liked it when I sucked on her nipples like that, though, I couldn’t help but do it again. And again. Each time I pulled that peak into my mouth, I relished her gasps and groans, the instinctive tugs on my hair as she arched her back and thrust her tits up to me.

“I don’t want you to look at me and think about being stuck in this,” I said without lifting my head. Letting my breath whip against her wet flesh seemed to make her squirm more.

“I don’t… I don’t want to do that either.”

Kissing down her stomach, I urged her to lie back on the counter further.

“I don’t want to think that I’m stuck with you. I don’t,” she admitted, not losing her grip on my head as I went lower and pulled off her shorts and panties.

“I don’t want you to think about getting out of this marriage.” I shoved her thighs apart, diving into her pussy like a starved man. Swiping my tongue over her slit, I gathered a taste of her juices and growled at the tangy, sweet perfection.

“I don’t want to hold myself back from this.” To emphasize, I lowered again to push my tongue into her cunt and fuck her with it.

“I don’t want to worry about your leaving me. Of wishing you were with someone else.”

She cried out as I sucked on her clit, then flicked my tongue at it with the fast rhythm she liked. “Oh, fuck. Damon!” She sobbed my name again, humping against my face as she tried to ride it. “No one else,” she cried. “No one… but you.”

I doubled down, determined to make her come more than once tonight.

“I don’t want you to assume I’m doing anything to manipulate you into being my wife.” I stared up at her as I fingered her, enjoying every sluicing suction of her, so wet for me.

She shook her head, her blue eyes so wild and lit up with need. Leaning back on her elbows, she could see all of what I did to her.

“Youaremy wife, Lucy. And I want you to stay my wife, no matter what.”

She reached one hand out to slip her fingers through my hair, caressing me as I lowered to suck her pussy again.

I knew how to connect with her like this. Sexually. Her bare skin revealed for me to touch and taste. Her cunt and breasts within reach for me to pleasure.

But I couldn’t stay strong against this need to know she’dwantto be my wife past the agreement about her mother.

As soon as she came, her cream coating my tongue and her cries sounding out loud in the apartment, I replaced my tongue with my fingers, prolonging her climax. I’d never tire of seeing how deeply I could please her.

“I paid for your mother’s care because I care,” I told her.

She shook her head, still in the throes of coming. Trembling and quivering, she lay sprawled on the counter, under my command.

“I took over that worry so you wouldn’t be stressed about it,” I said, watching her as her chest heaved with frantic breaths.

“I will learn how to care for you. You can show me. We can figure this out together, Lucy, because I don’t want you to ever think that I’m married to you for any other reason.”

She moaned, low and long, as I changed the angle of my fingers inside her. Leaning down to suck on her nipples again, one then the other, I felt her come again, louder than before.

Without giving her a chance to come down from those two orgasms, I shoved down my pants low enough to free my cock. Ignoring the pain from the hit I’d taken on my side, I slid my arm under her back and dragged her off the counter. As I sat in the stool, she settled on my lap. Together, we shifted until she sank onto my erection.

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