Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
She giggled and jumped into my arms when I got up.
"It's stunning," she told me, and I kissed her pale, slender neck slowly, enjoying every hint of her taste I could get my mouth and nose on.
Hours later, her face lit up with surprise yet again when she disembarked on a tropical garden. It was hot as fuck and I already felt grumpy, but my woman looked incredible in that sinful little dress and sky-high heels.
We drove to our villa and she exclaimed at everything inside it. It was on a small wooden bridge, but fully and luxuriously equipped, and she loved it, which made me happy.
While we ate a late dinner, I told her she'd be mine here, on the island. I'd wait as long as she wanted, but until she had a wedding band on her finger, I'd keep her captive on the gorgeous water villa.
I made love to her that night, something I didn't often do. She wore her rose butt plug in her ass and moaned at the size of my cock filling her up.
"Do you love me?" I asked her, and her pupils doubled in size.
"Always," she promised, and I grinned down at her. "Do you love me?"
"Forever," I whispered, making love to her shivering, sexy little body.
It was the happiest night of my life, and long after she'd drifted off to sleep, I held her in my arms, my mouth caressing her skin, unwilling to let go of her even as she slept.
"Mine," I whispered in her ear as she cuddled closer. "My fucking girl."
"Woman," she whispered in her sleep, eyes shut tightly. "I'm a woman now."
"Yeah?" I asked, touching her naked pussy where she still dripped with my cum. "All woman, are you?"
"Just for you," she yawned. "Anything for you."
I mulled over her words as she slept, but once her breathing got more even, I settled against her and closed my eyes shut.
I didn't need distractions to fall asleep next to her.
The faint scent of roses coming from her peaceful body was enough.
Epilogue
Rose
5 years later
I'd chosen blue for the wedding, a pretty periwinkle shade that brought out the blush on my cheeks and the gold in my hair.
"You look beautiful," Thorn had whispered in my ear when he kissed my neck, moving in a line down my shoulders. "Are you sure you won't change the groom's mind this way, Rose?"
"Not if he loves her," I grinned at him wickedly, and my man laughed out loud, giving me a deep kiss, his hand wandering down my front and touching the bump where our child was growing.
"Think he's getting excited to come out?" he asked me, and I gave him a mysterious smile.
"Probably," I said thoughtfully. "Judging by the amount of his kicking, I would definitely say so."
Thorn twirled me around, and for a moment, I felt like I was dancing again with my feet off the ground. It only lasted a second or two and brought a smile and a memory to mind. I hadn't thought about dancing in so long. It seemed like such a distant part of me... Something I'd done a long time ago, but that had been replaced by the all-consuming, all-encompassing love I felt for my life partner.
We'd spent three blissful, warm and gorgeous months in Bora Bora. We discovered layers of one another we hadn't known before, and on our last day, we got married under the sun, just the two of us. Our real life began the next day when we flew to New York and Rueben carried me over the threshold into his penthouse apartment.
I fell in love with our home right away.
In a lot of ways, it reminded me of my flat in London, because I felt free there. Free to be me, free to belong to Thorn completely. Finally free of the shackles I'd placed on myself, and happier than ever in the ones Thorn had put on my wrists and ankles.
I submitted to him completely, yet he still loved me independent. In those first few months in New York, we fought like crazy. Like I never thought we would. Screaming matches and shattering glasses and screaming obscenities at one another, only to end up in bed together, the taste of real life making us cling to one another more desperately than ever. I was afraid that I would lose him at first, but he clung to me with the same fierce stubbornness I was known to display during our arguments.
We got through the rough patch and fell deeper in love. I found myself doing little things here and there to surprise him, to make him smile, and he returned the favor.
We never went back to the Mansion, but Madame came to visit us. She was my only friend the first time she came over, and the one that had told me to try and make more friends in the city, to go out more, to try harder for our relationship. My conversation with her convinced me to try harder, and our relationship recovered.