Page 11 of Cuffing His Bride

My breathing grows labored with each of his thrusts and searing heat starts to spread through my core. I cry out obscenely as I come again, just from the force of him fucking me into the mattress. My knees begin to shake as my body explodes yet again.

My pussy tightens around him, pulsing over and over, carrying him over the edge with me. He swears as he spills his seed inside my tight heat, his hands tightening their grip on my flesh as he grunts with his final thrusts.

“Fuck baby,” Hunter groans, before turning us so I’m lying on his chest in his arms. I can feel his heartbeat under my fingertips. His hand moves in soothing circles on my back as we both wait for our bodies to come down from our orgasm.

I’ve known this man for such a short time, but he’s managed to bring out feelings in me that I didn’t even know existed. He might look a little rugged, but he’s so gentle. He treats me like someone I’d actually want to spend the rest of my life with.

I must make some noise because Hunter suddenly speaks. “I’m sorry, kitten, was I too rough with you?”

“No,” I whisper into his massive chest. He was nothing but gentle and firm. “I just … I don’t know if I should say this.”

“What is it? You can tell me anything.”

I swallow, leaning up to look down at him and I find myself getting lost in his piercing ocean-blue eyes. He’s perfect and I want him. I want to belong to him, want us to belong to each other.

“Let’s get married.”

Chapter Eight

Hunter

I wake up alone in a strange bed.

It takes a second for everything from yesterday to come flooding back to me. Picking her up from work, fucking her into the mattress … The marriage proposal.

Well, calling it a proposal is a bit of a stretch.

Amelia had looked me in the eye and told me that she wanted us to get married, literally a day after she’d broken off an engagement to another man. Her words had left me speechless. There’s no forgetting the hurt that crossed her face when I hadn’t given her an answer.

No amount of coaxing had gotten her to speak to me.

For a moment after waking up, I panic that she’s left her apartment, but I hear soft music coming from the living room. I clean up and compose myself, trying to figure out the best way in which I can approach her and the whole marriage thing. I just want to understandwhyshe wants to get married so fast.

When I walk out of the bedroom, the mood that greets me is unexpected.

“Hey, you’re up,” Amelia chirps, flashing me a smile. “I made coffee, want some?”

“Sure,” I say hesitantly. This is not the mood she was in when we fell asleep.

“Is everything all right?” she asks, confusion shifting her features. Before I can respond, there’s a knock at the door.

Amelia looks even more confused, but she walks over to me with a mug of coffee and leans in to give me a kiss before handing me the mug.

“I didn’t add anything to it but there’s stuff in the fridge. I’ll go get the door.”

I grab her hand as she turns to leave. “Amelia, we need to talk—”

“About last night, I know,” she says, her smile dimming a little. Before I can say anything else, there’s another, more insistent knock. She slips away.

I take a sip of my coffee and start for the kitchen when the door slams open and someone storms in, pushing past Amelia.

“What the—Charles! What the hell do you want,” Amelia hisses. “What could you possibly want from me now?”

“I came to apologize about yesterday. I was an asshole to you and I want to give us another chance.” He holds a bouquet of pink flowers out to her. She frowns.

“So it wasyouwho ordered the pink carnations. I should have known,” Amelia scoffs.

“Look, you were right. I don’t love you and you don’t love me but we’re both in a tight spot now. My ex is suing me for child support, and I still need to pay the fines from the arrest.”

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