Page 110 of Where the Roses Bloom
I eased two fingers inside her, curling just right, and she broke apart for the first time—silent and breathless, eyes fluttering closed. I kept working her through it, licking up every last bit of her sweetness, until she was begging under her breath.
When I finally rose to my feet, her legs wobbled, but she didn’t let go of me. Her arms looped around my neck, pulling me in, kissing me deep and messy like she didn’t care she could taste herself on my lips.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered. “Now.”
I swallowed hard, holding her close. “Yeah, baby,” I breathed. “I’m yours.”
I pulled her in and lowered down to the moss, not wanting her to ruin her dress. She followed me down, reaching for my belt, the button of my slacks, the zipper…freeing my cock as the moon etched her in silver and shadow. She looked like a goddess, wild and radiant, dress pooling around her hips. I ran my hand down the length of her body, fingers catching on silk. Her skin glowed under the moonlight, kissed gold and shadow.
I could barely take her in without shaking.
“You always look this fuckin’ pretty?” I rasped, brushing my thumb across her kiss-bruised lips, “or is it just ‘cause you’re mine now?”
She laughed. “I think I’ve always been yours.”
She leaned down and I kissed her like I meant to prove it…kissed her like I was carving my name into her bones.
And when I finally slid inside her, I had to stop halfway just to breathe.
“Jesus, baby,” I groaned. “Makin’ me believe in magic.”
She whimpered, sinking down slow to take the rest of me. And God…she took it all. Took me so deep I saw stars.
“You feel that?” I whispered, thrusting up into her. “That’s your husband stretchin’ you open…fillin’ you up.”
Her mouth fell open, eyelashes fluttering. “Rhett…”
“I’ve got you, rosebud. Gonna fuck you just like I promised—slow and sweet, like we’ve got all the time in the world.”
She started to rock her hips against me, rolling over me like the tide, slow and sweet. I let my head fall back against the moss as my wife rode me, and I swear I forgot my own damn name.
I didn’t know who I was anymore. Just hers.
The moon watched us, full and bright above the trees. Her hands braced on my chest, hips circling, thighs trembling, Willow took me like she was born for it—like her body had been waiting its whole life for mine, and mine for hers. Every time she sank down, I had to grit my teeth from coming too fast, had to breathe through the sheer beauty of her.
“Look at you,” I rasped, palming her hips. “Takin’ me so good. I was made to love you, Willow.”
She nodded, eyes squeezed shut, back arching as her pussy clenched. “Yes…yes…”
I caught her waist, sitting up to kiss her again—kiss her like I needed her to breathe. Our bodies moved together, my hands tracing the length of her spine. “You’re everything to me,” I whispered. “Everything, Willow. You make me wanna believe in forever.”
She kissed me harder, like she could feel it too—the way the air shimmered around us, thick with roses and memory and hurt and healing. The land had claimed us, sealed us together—and this was our blessing.
“Rhett,” she moaned, voice cracking. “I’m—ohfuck?—”
“I’ve got you,” I promised, one hand cupping the back of her head as she shattered in my arms. “I’ve always got you.”
She came apart in my arms and, without knowing it was about to happen, I followed right after her—both of us trembling as we held each other tight, my face buried in her neck, feeling her pulse thrum. Her head dropped to my shoulder and I cradled her close, still inside her, my heart beating so loud it felt like the whole forest could hear it.
My wife.
My Willow.
I pressed a kiss to her damp temple. “You alright?”
She nodded against me, her voice sleepy and spent. “Never been better.”
I smiled, brushing the hair from her face. “Good…’cause I ain’t movin’ a damn inch.”
