Page 48 of The Billionaire and His Forever

“Come with me.” Graham takes my hand and leads me down the hall, into his bedroom.

Thank God he and Natasha had their own separate rooms. I’d die before I’d spend my wedding night in Natasha’s bed.

As soon as the door closes, he cups my face and kisses me so hard it steals my breath. I melt into him, forgetting every horrible detail of the day as his tongue strokes mine, as he gently bites my bottom lip. All that matters right now is me and him.

“I’ve been dreaming of undressing you all day. But I never expected this,” Graham murmurs, kissing my shoulder as he begins unfastening the hook and eye closures down the back of my lacy corset. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Want to leave it on?” I ask slyly.

“God no.” He finishes with the corset and flings it away, pulling back to rake his hot gaze over my bare breasts. “You look stunning in lingerie, but you are impeccable in the nude. And that is precisely how I like you best.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Locking my eyes on his, I slide my hand slowly down my chest, down my torso, over my belly, finally dipping my fingers beneath the waistband of my outrageously frilly and overly complicated garter belt. It’s made of cream lace and pale blue ribbons, with double straps in the front and the back that connect to the thigh-high sheer stockings I’m wearing.

“You know…when I got dressed this morning,” I tell him, slowly trailing my fingertips over the lingerie’s straps and bows, “I made sure to put my panties on last, over the garter belt, in case you might enjoy leaving it on me during the…events of our wedding night.”

Graham’s jaw drops a little. “How are you so perfect?” he whispers throatily.

I grin. “I’m not. I’m just perfect for you.”

“So it seems.”

He steps back and undresses methodically, and I try not to drool at the sight of him getting more and more naked by the second. When he’s finished, his cock standing at the ready, I go to him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a long kiss. His hands slide up and down my back, then cup my ass, then move to my front to squeeze me through my panties. I have to push him away to catch my breath. My heart is pounding hard in my chest.

“Graham. I need you. Take me to bed,” I pant.

Without a word, he lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the bed, where he lays me down and peels off my skimpy underwear, leaving my garter belt and thigh-highs on. Then he climbs onto the bed, kissing his way up from my ankles to my lips, his hands stroking me as he goes. When he snaps the elastic straps of the garter belt against my thighs, all I can do is moan softly at the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, clinging to the sheets, my core aching so bad I start grinding against the air. I feel his lips curving into a smile as we kiss, but I’m finding no humor in this. I’m on fucking fire. I need him inside me.

Emboldened by the sheer force of my desire, I grab his cock, squeezing hard as I use it to trace the wet mouth of my opening. I’m ready for him. I’m so ready. But before I can draw him into me, he moves his lips to my ear and whispers, “I, Graham Elliott Ratliff, take thee, Abigail Eileen Montgomery, to be my unlawfully wedded wife. I will live for you. I will die for you. From this day forward, for richer or for poorer. In sickness and in health. In blissful moments and in the hard moments. I will cherish you until the end of my days.”

His words cut straight through me, instantly making me go still. With another kiss, Graham repositions himself so we’re hip to hip, his thick cock pushing against my slit, and I spread my legs wide to take him in. He glides right into me, as easy as a hot knife through butter, filling me so perfectly that the world seems to go fuzzy for a moment.

“Oh myGod, yes,” I whimper, shivering as I reflexively clench around him.

“Abigail Montgomery,” he goes on, “I will love you when you smell like horses. I will love you when you talk back. I will love you on your best days and your worst.”

He starts to thrust, his movements solid and sure as he rocks into me. I’m clawing at his back, gasping in his ear as he continues making his pledges into mine.

“I will love you when you are two hundred miles away at school or when I am an ocean away on business. I will love you when the sun sets and when the moon rises. Every day, I will love you more than the last. And that is my solemn vow.”

He’s been picking up his pace as he speaks, and now he’s pumping into me so hard I’m crying out with every thrust, euphoria washing over me. He feels so good, sofuckinggood, it’s all I can do to cling to him as he makes love to me. But now it’s my turn to offer my vows.

“I, Abigail Eileen Montgomery, take thee, Graham Elliott Ratliff, to be my unlawfully wedded husband.” I laugh with the pure joy of it, blinking back happy tears as I say the words that make our union feel so much more real, so much more unbreakable. “For richer or poorer, for better or worse, I give you myself, body and soul. I promise to be yours as long as I live.”

We’re moaning together, the heat of our bodies multiplying by the second, kissing and laughing even as it gets harder to breathe. Graham starts grunting, getting louder, more primal, the headboard knocking against the wall faster and faster. I claw my nails down his back and grab his ass to pull him even closer, as if he could ever get close enough.

“I’ll love you every day of my life, Graham. I’ll love you when you work too much or forget anniversaries. I will love you forever and never leave your side. That is my solemn vow.”

Graham threads his fingers with mine over my head and gazes down into my eyes with love and desire and a steadiness I can’t look away from. I can’t describe what I’m feeling, how connected we are. This is more than love, more than sex. I’ve never felt so close to him.

“I declare us husband and wife,” Graham says. “I may now kiss the bride.”

He dips his head down and we kiss, and everything else in the world disappears. My body takes flight. An intense orgasm spills through me like liquid gold, lighting me up from head to toe, stealing my breath. I’m moaning my lover’s name, letting out curses and cries of pleasure, and Graham buries his face in my neck and rapidly follows suit. We hold each other tight as we come, shuddering, squeezing every last drop of bliss from the high of marrying each other on our own terms. We revel in the moment, giving ourselves to each other, knowing we are safer and better together.

“Mine,” Graham murmurs. “Forever.”

“Forever,” I agree.

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