Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
"Touch your clit for me, baby," he commands, taking my hand and guiding it between us. He places my index finger on my clit, showing me the rhythm he wants before letting go. My head tilts back as his lips find my nipple, tugging and pulling with just the right amount of pressure. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.
"Marcus, oh God, Marcus. I’m gonna come," I gasp, the words barely coherent as the pressure becomes unbearable.
"Come for me, baby," he growls, lifting me up and down with wild, desperate rhythm, matching my need with his own. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling as I scream his name, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. But Marcus doesn’t stop; he keeps fucking me harder and faster until he lets out a loud groan, my name spilling from his lips in soft whispers as he releases inside me.
"If I died right now, I’d die knowing heaven before I even entered the gates," he breathes, his voice raw with emotion.
This man has possessed me in ways that both shock and astound me. As we lay there, bathed in the golden light of the sun, I understand that what we have is real, that he is real, that this connection between us is everlasting. I don’t have words for what I’m feeling, so I do the only thing I can—I kiss him. I pour everything into that kiss, all my hopes and dreams, my fears and desires. With that kiss, I’m giving up my loneliness, placing my trust in a future with him, one filled with laughter, warmth, and endless passion. I want all of him, every single inch.
He pulls back slightly, his hands framing my face as he gazes deeply into my eyes. It feels like he can see right through me, down to my very soul.
"You're so beautiful, like the sun. I can’t look for too long. I keep thinking you're going to disappear, and then I wouldn’t know what would become of me," he says, his words earnest, each one burrowing into my heart and making a home there.
"I’m not going anywhere," I reply, glancing at the snow falling outside the caravan window. “I’m your wife now.” I think back on the small ceremony we had on the stage a few weeks ago. “Marcus…” I press my teeth into my bottom lip and plant a palm on my stomach. “You’re going to be a father.”
“Baby—really?” His eyes light with joy.
I nod, happy tears filling my eyes. “I took a test last night. We’re going to be parents.” My voice is choked with emotion as I think about beautiful a life we’ve created together already.
“Oh my God, you just made me the happiest man alive. You are magic and I can’t believe you’re mine.” His hands press to my stomach. “Only a stupid man would give up this perfection." He smiles at me, and that smile feels like the sun breaking through the clouds, warming me from the inside out.
I can’t help but smile back, my heart swelling with joy. Marcus isn’t just a dream—he’s my reality, and I want nothing more than to hold on to him and the family we’ve made, forever. We make love again, our bodies tangled together as one. Just like we were always meant to be.
The End.