Page 59 of Forever Zara

“Always. Ialwaysneed you, Rider.”

He knew she didn’t mean only sex.

As much as she was in this life of theirs now, and he kept nothing from her, she was still his sweet, innocent girl. And she’d been worried for him.

With his body, he showed Zara she would always have him.

He’d never leave her.

The devil couldn’t keep Rider from his Zara, that was a fact.

A growl built in Rider’s chest, a bead of sweat rolling down his back. “Look how I’m dirtying my wife.” He groaned, railing her in a way a husband shouldn’t be with his wife on their wedding day. There would be time later for sweet and for him to make love to her slower than an animal in stud, like he felt at present. Right now, they needed it hard and fast.

Zara puffed a laugh, squeezing him inside and out. It wasn’t going to take long for either of them. “Dirty men fuck dirtily,” she dared tell him with a smile on her beautiful face.

It was the beginning of the end because he increased the thrusts' speed, burying himself down to the bottom of her sex.

When Zara cried into his mouth, he followed her seconds later with a ragged roar.

She didn’t let go of him, even when the pleasure left their bodies.

She clung tight, and he knew why. “I’ll always come back to you, Icy-baby. Never doubt it. You and me are always.” He told her, stroking a hand down her hair.

Zara was his life. He didn’t say it as a throwaway sentiment. She was his whole fucking world.

“Always,” she repeated.

He was the dirty man she loved in the same obsessive way. Rider kissed the tip of her nose, setting her unsteadily back on her feet, knowing he’d have to put her back in the wedding gown and return to their reception when all he wanted to do was go through rounds two and three. Another kiss.

“Will that hold you until I can get you all to myself?”

Her laugh meant she was steady again. He’d taken the fear from her, replacing it with everything he had in him.

Her arms looped around his neck, and Zara tugged on the ends of his loose hair.

“Look how cocky you get when I marry you. I’ve created a monster.”

He was many things to many people, but he’d always be Zara’s man first.

She was his Priority.

His Queen.

Love of his fucking dirty life.

TWENTY

“No Disney princess had a happily ever after like she did.” - Zara

“Was this your hardest mission yet as a biker?” Zara asked, trying but failing to hold her grin at bay.

Rider’s dark eyebrows pinged up, confused as he too flashed a half-grin. “What’s that?”

“Getting me down the aisle.”

He threw his head back and burst out a deep-timbered, all sexy laugh.

“Icy-baby, you were a worthy opponent, but I knew your soft spots to get you to give in, didn’t I?” He was so smug.

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