Page 81 of Inconvenient Marriage
Using all of my strength to hold her at the same time as I really begin to fuck her, I move her away from the tree so that I don’t mess up her back any more than I already have. She’s taking every inch of me like she was born to, crying my name to the wilderness, holding me so tightly, even if I tried to deny her orgasm again, she’d take a chunk out of my shoulders before she ever let me go.
Her head is thrown back, hair trailing down her back. When I pick up mine from the hickeys I purposely left on her skin, I see her eyes are closed.
Hell, no.
“Look at me while I take you,” I rasp, forehead pressed to hers. “I want to see your face when you realize just how fucking real you and me has always been.”
Her nails dig even deeper into my skin. I wouldn’t be surprised if my t-shirt is covered in blood by the time we’re done, and, fuck, that thought shouldn’t be as hot as it is, especially when she snaps her eyes open.
I nip her bottom lip.
She gasps. “Sebastien.”
I thrust again. Harder.Faster.I know how close she was when we started, and while I consider it a failure if I don’t wring at least two orgasms out of my wife whenever she gives me the great pleasure of touching her, I can tell that I won’t last much longer, either.
That’s okay. We have tonight—and every fucking night that follows.
“You can run from me,” I whisper against her lips, voice shaking with how hard I’m holding on, eager to keep from coming inside of her until she starts climaxing around me first. “You can run all you want, love. But understand this: I will always fucking come after you.”
Her legs tighten around my hips, pulling me deeper as she gasps, “Don’t stop, babe…please?—”
“Never again,” I growl, kissing her hard, swallowing her moans. “You hear me?Never.”
As though that was all she needed to hear from me, Annaliese’s body clenches around me as she shatters in my arms. She lets out a soft grunt, an almost sigh, and I can’t help it.
I follow right behind her, giving her all I’ve got.
We hold each other through the rest of it until she’s curled up against my chest, head lying on my shoulder. Her arms are wrapped around me. My legs are shaky as hell, but somehow I manage to keep on standing as she presses a whisper-soft kiss against the corner of my mouth.
“Thank you,” she says softly, her deliciously husky voice even more ragged and raw than usual. “For coming after me.”
I clutch her to me, making another promise. Another vow.
“You can run,” I answer. “But you will never get away from me.”
This is it, love.
‘Til death do us part.
TWENTY-FOUR
REYNOLDS
ANNALIESE
We stay up at the mountain for three days, every minute of our stay a fucking dream.
I didn’t realize how much I needed this. How much I neededhim. For those three days, it was just, just me and Sebastien. No Order politics. No planning. No worrying about Eric or where Sebastien was. I knew exactly where my husband was: in bed with me, reminding me again and again that I’m his.
I’m so afraid that, when we return to Harmony Heights, everything will change again. In a way, I’m not wrong—but now in the way I was scared of. For the first time in two months, being married to him feels easy. It feelsreal.
Of course it does. According to Sebastien, itisreal.
I slip from time to time. Old habits are hard to break, but when Sebastien lovingly gooses my side whenever I slip up, calling this ‘fake’, referring to it as a ‘marriage of convenience’, I’m slowly beginning to accept that he’s right.
Think about it. There isn’t a contract anymore; I have the remains of them hanging on my necklace. All there is is a properly filed marriage license, my wedding band, and a bloodoath. In all ways, I’m his wife, and I’m so damn glad that—as his wife—I finally have the chance to give him something to show him how much I care.
I already had it set into motion before Alexandre’s party. After going up to the mountain and seeing Sebastien’s workshop first hand, I’m even more determined to show him my surprise.
