Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
I let out a deep moan as my body begins to ride him. “Oh God, Nathe… that’s good.”
He smiles and pulls out, and then he slides back in with more force. Each pump becomes more measured, deeper, more fucking amazing.
“Give it to me… harder,” I pant.
He repositions me onto my knees and spreads my legs. With my hipbones in his hands, he pulls out and pushes back in. I smile because I’m doing it.
I’m actually doing it, and it’s good. What have I been doing all this time?
I begin to push back against him, and he moans. He likes that.
I like it, too, and I begin to ride him, circling my hips while he hisses in appreciation.
“Come on.” I push back against him.
“Oh… fuck,” he growls, as if the last of his control has broken and he pulls back and slams in hard. The air is knocked from my lungs, and I smile into the mattress.
Here we go.
Then we are hard at it, our skin slapping together as we connect. I feel like I’m in a porno or something.
This is so surreal.
He reaches around and runs the tips of his fingers over my clit, and I contract hard around him. Oh God, yes.
“Come for me,” he moans. He’s close. I can hear the edge in his voice.
He circles his fingers again, and I shudder deep within as I come hard around him.
He lets out a guttural groan and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock deep within me, and we fall to the mattress.
We pant for a moment, and then Nathan turns my head and kisses me over my shoulder. His body is still deep inside of mine when he smiles against my lips.
“Look at you, Miss Give It To Me Harder.”
I giggle, feeling very pleased with myself. “I know, I’m like a porn queen or something.”
He chuckles and kisses me again. “You really are.”
We kiss for a long time, and then he slowly pulls out and my body contracts, grieving his loss. He rolls me toward him and brushes the hair back from my forehead.
“Do you know how much I love you, Eliza Bennet?” He stares at me.
I smile, because I do. “Yes.” I kiss him again. “You know that, now that we’ve done that, you have to marry me.”
He laughs out loud. “I guess I can manage that. Eliza Mercer has a certain ring to it.”
Three Months later
Majorca
April pulls my veil down over my face with a huge smile.
“You look amazing, Lize.”
“Thanks.” I stare in the mirror at my reflection. I’m wearing a fitted, strapless white dress that’s embedded with crystals. My hair is down with big, soft Hollywood curls, and I feel like a princess.
It’s my wedding day, and we are at the Sea View Rustic in Majorca. It’s a beautiful resort perched on the clifftop overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.
Our closest friends and family have flown in and, oh, I’m nervous.
“It’s time,” my dad says.
I turn to him.
“You look so beautiful, darling.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach. “Thanks, Dad.”
April hands me my bouquet. “Are you ready to get married?” She smiles.
“I am.” I take it from her. “Let’s do this.”
We walk out of the bridal suite and make our way outside where I can hear the violin music playing. There’s a large area along the clifftop lined with white chairs. All of our friends are lined up, creating an aisle. At the end of the ledge is the Des Galliner, an open, stone, circular arbour that is over six hundred years old. I can see the priest, Nathan, and Alex waiting for us there.
“This is it.” Dad smiles.
I nod.
The violinist begins to play the wedding waltz, and everyone turns toward us. Nerves dance in my stomach, and I exhale heavily as we begin to walk toward the end.
Nathan turns to me, and he smiles softly. My eyes fill with tears.
There’s nothing to be nervous about.
He’s wearing a black dinner suit, and his honey hair is messed up to perfection. But it’s his heart that is calling me to run down this aisle.
He inhales deeply as I walk toward him, and I know he’s feeling emotional, too.
We are so in love.
We arrive at the end of the aisle, and dad takes my hand and passes it to Nathan. He gives me a slow, sexy smile before he softly kisses my cheek. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“You look beautiful.”
I beam with happiness, and we turn toward the priest.
“We are gathered here today…,” the priest begins.
Nathan’s eyes never leave mine, and he has this mischievous grin on his face.
He can’t believe this is happening. Me neither, actually.
I hunch my shoulders together in excitement, and Nathan chuckles.
It’s like we are in our own little world, oblivious to what is being said around us.
We are interrupted from our little daydream with the words, “Do you, Eliza, take Nathan Mercer to be your lawful wedded husband, from this day forward, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”