Page 35 of Give It a Day
“You belong to me,” I say each word with a charged thrust. Her body against mine feels electric, desire coursing through my veins from thiseuphoric feeling. How can this be anything but love? It’s so obvious to me, and I never want to stop feeling it.
With my knees, I force her to spread her legs even wider as I strike a torrent of fast, unforgiving thrusts right into her gripping pussy. Her response is a string of musical moans, her breath hot against my ear as I keep watching my cock ram into her.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
She gasps when I move deeper into her. “Yours! I’m yours!” She cries out as I continue to ravish her.
“Good girl, knowing your place,right under me.”
I keep going, losing all sense of time, only honed in on the sound of her cries and moans, and the way I bury my cock into her pussy again and again. The only thing that breaks me from that focus is when she whimpers my name over and over. When she screams it, I gaze at her face, watching her come around my cock, her back arching off the bed. I wrap my free arm around her waist to hold her steady.
My lips find her neck, biting harshly over where I’d bitten her before. I want that mark to stay, so that anyone who’d dare look at her will know she belongs to me. The ring isn’t enough. My seed isn’t enough. I want to mark her all over to make everyone know she’s mine.
She cries out my name again, her pussy squeezing my cock. I want to keep going. I never want to stop, so I don’t. Not until around the time dawn threatens to peak, when I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made her come apart beneath me. She shudders and shivers but not from the cold. I have her warm under me, pinning her down with her wrists still tied up with my belt and under the possessive grip of my hand.
When I’m satisfied at the sight of her close to collapsing—close to going unconscious on me again—I stop holding back. I have to finish before she faints on me, so I mercilessly slam into her a few more times, filling her with my release, murmuring words I aim to ingrain into hermind.
“I love you, Kaye. I won’t let you pass out on me again. From now on, you’ll be awake every moment I make love to you.” I mumble the words right against her whimpering lips.
After a while, we keep basking in the afterglow. Lying on my side beside her, I stare at her. Silence fills the room. It makes me miss the sounds of our bodies moving together.
A thought crosses my mind as I watch her catch her breath while I gently remove the belt around her wrists. I tenderly touch the bruises that formed there, massaging them. “I thought it was ridiculous that you didn’t know anything about me or my family, but here I am, only learning about someone as magnificent as you.” I stare into her eyes, my brows creasing, hoping to show my earnestness in the rare words I’m about to say. “I’m sorry, Kaye.”
Her breath hitches. It makes me smile as I snake an arm around the back of her neck. “For what?” she asks, sounding breathless, like I managed to catch her by surprise.
“Where do I start?” I smirk, tracing her blushing cheeks with my fingers. “But if I had to do this day all over again, I’d still do anything it takes to make you mine.”
She smiles, eyeing me with a mischievous shimmer. I like that look on her a lot. “You’re really good at flirting. Has anyone told you that?”
“I’m only telling you the truth.” I return her smile with my own. Though it’ll never sparkle like hers, I want to show her she’s already made me a happy husband. “I love you, little bird.”
She snorts out a laugh. It’s so viciously derisive, but I enjoy hearing it far too much to make her stop. “Trust me. You won’t be saying that tomorrow.”
“Trustme, Kaye. I will be.” Kissing her, I murmur against her lips, “I’ll tell you everyday until you say it back.”
“And then you’ll stop?”
I laugh, low and deep. “No, it’ll only get worse. You’ll have me wrapped around your finger.”
She lifts her left hand between our faces. I stare at the wedding ring around her finger, the diamond shining. “Haven’t I already?” she asks, beaming at me.
“Still, I’ll never stop telling you how I feel,” I whisper as I cover us with the duvet, shielding her from the dampness and warming her up with my body. “I’ll only get much, much worse.”
Her soft giggle sounds like victory on her part. “I’d like to see that, pretty boy.”
I gaze at her, hoping to commit all of her beauty to memory. “Anything my perfect wife wants.”
Epilogue
snippets from the first week of their honeymoon
Kayla
On the first morning of our honeymoon, I wake up beside him in bed, with him saying, “It’s been one day, and I still love you.”
Later that evening in our suite, we break the bed. There’s a cracking sound under us as the bed leans, sliding our sweaty, naked bodies to the left. I laugh, and he looks so confused, which makes me laugh even harder. Dae says silly things all the time, but this time, he says, “I asked for the sturdiest bed in this place. Why’d they give us this one?”
“I don’t think it’s the bed. I think it’sus.” My words make him smirk arrogantly. All I wanna do is wipe it off his stupidly handsome face.
