Page 50 of The Stallion
Dallas
Fuck,howIlovedhaving her on my tongue.
Without breaking our sticky, passion-driven kiss, I picked Bria up by her thighs and carried her into our bedroom.
As the days crawled by, I tried my hardest to give space and not pressure her any further, but it fucking killed me not to taste my wife. Especially after filing the license—our marriage was finally legal and binding.
Bria had kept herself locked away, out of my reach while I was home, and all I wanted to do was break down the fucking door and take her the way she so rightfully deserved.
The silence and distance that continued to grow between us gave me the time I needed to consider the direction of our marriage, and although it had only been a few days, I decided that I would make this work.
I would let my feelings for her sink in and submit to the hold that Bria had undoubtedly had on me—wanting nothing more than for her to love me.
She was all I could think of every night I was gone, working at the theater.
I no longer craved the attention of the women who came to our shows. I just wanted hers—only hers.
The more time I had to think about the woman I had claimed, the more I fell for her.
Bria didn’t need to utter a single word to make me fall. That was the kind of spell she had on me, and I never expected it to take hold as quickly and powerfully as it did.
And just like sayingfuck the rules of leadership—I now felt the same exact way about those of love.
Tonight’s show had been rough. I fucked up more times than I’d care to admit, and all because she was consuming every single square inch of my mind.
I always wondered what she was doing and what she was thinking.
Was she sound asleep or waiting up for me?
The moment I crossed the threshold into our home, I had my answer—and it was all I could’ve asked for.
Her outburst may have started as a confrontation, but it would end with the two of us unable to tell where one ended and the other began.
After tonight, separation from my sweet girl would be far more difficult than I had initially intended—I didn’t want her to change her mind, and I never wanted to lose her.
Falling back onto the bed, I held Bria close, our lips locked.
“Dallas,” She muttered between breaths, and I warily pulled back, gazing up into her bright, whiskey-colored eyes.
The eyes that set my soul on fire every time they met mine, even for the briefest of moments.
Don’t tell me to stop.
I don’t want to stop.
A pit in my stomach weighed me down as we stared at each other in momentary silence.
“You’re feeling this too, aren’t you?” Her voice trembled with uncertainty as if she were scared to admit what she was saying, and my heart tightened in my chest. “Shit, I’m being stupid—forget what I just said.”
As Bria attempted to back herself off of me, I immediately reached up and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her down with my eyes never leaving hers.
Her face flushed with embarrassment as I licked my lips with a heavy swallow before parting them to speak.
We were both on the same page—halle-fucking-lujah.
“I don’t know where this came from—if it started the first night we met or over the past few days of just being near you. But I feel the pull—I’m feeling everything.Constantly.”
Why fight tohide it any longer?
