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“You want me.”
“And your baby.”
“Fuck,” I gritted out before my arms clenched and drew her straight against my body. “You were meant to break me, weren’t you?”
She didn’t get to respond because my free hand moved up to turn her face sideway so that I could capture her lips again. The kiss was sweet, soft, gentle.
I would be as such as long as I could, I promised myself. I pulled back, heart humming as it took her a few extra moments to regain her focus on me.
“Last chance.”
She shook her head then turned back to the mirror, staring at us, my hands on her possessively and the long lean line of her body arched back into mine. “I’m yours.”
I gritted my teeth, my cock already hard and aching between my legs as I let my hips rub against hers just a bit.
“Eyes on the mirror. Tell me what you like,” I said, releasing her jaw so I could slowly slip my hand down, brushing the straps from her shoulder so her dressed sagged. Her hands moved to catch the fabric, but I ignored their attempts, my hands cupping her small breasts in my hands as she was distracted elsewhere. She hadn’t put a bra on, and I could feel the already puckered tips against my roughened palms as I squeezed her gently. Wren groaned brokenly, her hands suddenly less interested in holding up the dress and more interested in holding on to me. She crooked an arm back, slipping her hand into my hair as my hands continued their exploration. I released her breasts, tweaking the pink tips between my thumb and fingers before moving lower.
I paused purposefully, both hands on her ribs, staring at her in the mirror. “So pretty,” I commented, unable to stop myself. And she was, her body arched even now, face constricted in a mixture of nerves and pleasure.
I frowned at that realization. I wanted the nervousness gone and knew exactly how to make it happen.
“Lower, princess?”
She nodded immediately, satin blonde hair sweeping out to brush my jaw as I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and then drove my hand into the bodice of the dress. It clearly wasn’t meant for this and began to slide down her body again. This time, she didn’t move to catch it. And in a whoosh of fabric, my bride was once against naked, save her thong, in front of me.
True to my word, I petted her belly with my fingers but moved lower and lower, spiraling my touches until her hips moved and squirmed against mine.
“Loren,” she whimpered, her eyes hazy in the mirror in front of us.
My fingers stole into her underwear, the lace stretching as my long fingers pressed lower. In a matter of inches, I grew desperate for her. Desperate to know and feel that whatever this was between us wasn’t just my own madness.
And then I reached the perfect, burning heat of her. My fingers skimming over her core, where my heart stopped in my chest. Because against my fingers, her slit was leaking slick, delicious moisture. My cock twitched, and for a moment I thought I was going to lose control and cum again, just rocking against my new wife’s tight ass.
By some miracle, I held on, focusing on the revelation that began to slowly consume me. It wasn’t an act. It couldn’t be. Not like this, with the swollen lips of her sex begging me for more.
God, I would give her everything. Because it was my wife asking, my wife begging for my cock and the cum that would finally bring us what we both wanted so badly. “Fuck, Wren, you’re so swollen here.”
Her body writhed against mine, her eyes dark. “Look in the mirror, baby,” I crooned to her, my fingers easily finding the bud at the top of her sex and circling it. Wren clenched her thighs but obeyed, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection. She was so close. I could feel it in the way her body was twitching, moving against mine even when she didn’t mean to. It was mindlessly seeking out pleasure now.
Pleasure she subconsciously knew only I could give her.
“I want to see your eyes the minute you become mine.”
Her eyes widened, but I didn’t give her a second to think twice about this. I reached between our bodies and freed my towel, letting my cock spring free. It hungrily smacked against her pussy, and I moaned as I swirled my other fingers around her clit again.
My foot bumped her stance wider, and it took just a moment for me to align my cock with the begging heat between her legs. I looked up, my dark blue finding her icy blue in the mirror. Then with a twist of my hips against her ass, I pressed gently inside of her.
The tight pressure of her body nearly overwhelmed me, and I wanted to sag into the feeling, the way her muscles were gripping me, holding me right where I wanted to be. But I meant what I’d said. I wanted to see this moment with her. Wren’s mouth opened, and a high-pitched moan slipped from her as her body instinctively bent, trying to accommodate the rest of my heavy cock as I rolled myself deeper and deeper into her.
But she never broke my gaze, never faltered as I staked my claim on this beautiful, sexy woman in front of me.
“Mine,” I said when my flesh finally met hers. And she was. Completely, utterly mine.
CHAPTER NINE
LOREN
Shefinallyblinks,herbody quivering as she relaxed against my thick cock. I did the same, letting my head loll forward so I could stare down at where we met. Where I’d split her body and inserted my own.
