Page 240 of The Perfect Wrong

He’s so intent on filling me he only slows once to twine fingers, feeling the ring on my hand.

“Goddamn, do I love that. It tells the whole world you’re mine,” he rasps, his eyes shining like he still can’t believe it.

Of course, it does, and I love it, too.

Soon, I’m screaming from the tension flaring between my legs as he drives faster, growling, his chest swelling with urgency before he comes.

I’m flipping boneless when it happens.

Just exploding on his cock, everything convulsing, and I’m gushing on the sheets.

“Fucking shit, is finding out you’re a squirter my wedding present?” he growls, pulling my hair. “Doesn’t matter, baby. Here it comes. I love you so goddamned much.”

It’s the last thing he says before his sounds become one long song of thunder.

His hardness plunges into me and stops, rooting so deep, swelling.

He’s come inside me hundreds of times before, but never like this.

Never with this fever in his eyes.

When I feel the first hot rope, it’s somehow hotter, wilder, heavy with this primal mystery.

God.

I’m convulsing all over again, taking everything he offers, fusing with him until we’re throbbing and groaning in unison.

I’m his furnace.

He’s my fuel.

This man has given me his energy, his life, and made mine absolutely marvelous.

Now, I’ll take his love, his seed, and give him our entire future.

When the firestorm finally releases us, we lay together tangled, his huge inked body cocooning me. His cock feels divine against my ass once he slides out, spooning me.

We lay together panting, our fingers laced so tight.

I know it won’t be long before he’s ready again, but even in the stillness, I’m so turned on every touch makes me gasp.

“You’re the hottest woman alive, especially when you’re wrapped around my cock,” he says, stamping his lips up my neck. “Can’t believe we started off as family in the most fucked up way. Look at us now. Making our own.”

My heart skips.

I turn my head slowly, smiling into his incandescent green eyes.

“We’re not steps anymore, Chris. But I didn’t mind it when we were. Except for the sneaking around and pretending, I mean.”

“Yeah, thank fuck. Pretending? Babe, I don’t give a shit who or what you are. Just as long as you’re mine, my bride, and my cement. My perfect partner in everything. Is it so wrong I still love you like a sister and a soulmate all in one?”

His words should shock me, but instead I just smile.

The stuff that slips out of his mouth still scares me sometimes in the best ways.

This man is certifiably crazy.

He’s also crazy magnificent.

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