Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
My cold bastard of a heart feels like it’s bathing in the sun’s warmest rays. “Why are you so good to me, little thief?”
She smiles, her hands going to my cheeks. “Because I love you.”
I savor the words from her lips. I never thought I’d love or be loved. Sure, I enjoy art and all the priceless things I’ve acquired in my career. But that’s not love. That’s simple possession. With Marigold, it’s so much more. It’s possession, but mutually so. Everything I’ve ever been or ever will be belongs to her. Only her.
Sliding my hands higher up her thighs, I tease at the edges of her panties. “Do you have any idea how badly I want to take you right here?”
She moves her hips, her eyes flicking to my lips. “I want you, too.”
I glance at the rearview mirror. Mr. Lou isn’t looking, but I don’t want to give the old man a heart attack.
“At home.” I kiss her again. “At home I’m going to feast on you then live inside you.” I take her mouth again, relishing her sweetness and tasting her as my hands rove higher, my thumb grazing along the wet satin between her thighs.
It makes me crazy thinking she’s soaked for me. With a hard pull, I rip her panties free then put the wet satin into my mouth, sucking her juices from the fabric as she watches.
“That’s so … filthy.” She swallows hard. “And hot.”
I spit her panties out then kiss her again. “Do you see how sweet you are, little thief? How perfectly delicious?” I share her taste, my cock kicking and demanding I slide all the way into her.
“Faster!” I growl at Mr. Lou.
He’s already speeding far more than usual, but this can’t wait. I need to consummate this marriage again, to make Marigold mine forever no matter what.
I cup her breasts through her dress, running my thumbs over her nipples as she rolls her hips, her body demanding more from me. I want to give it. I’m fucking pressed, my logic of not traumatizing Mr. Lou slowly fading as my animal need to fuck Marigold begins to take over.
He tears up the lane to the house and screeches to a halt at the front door.
I shove open the door, pull Marigold free, then lift her. When I carry her over the threshold, she squeals with pleasure, and when I run her up the stairs, she holds on for dear life.
Our bedroom door is open, and I lay her on the bed.
“Just fucking look at you.” I tear off my coat and toss it behind me, then strip the rest of the way. When I’m naked, she stares at my cock, and I swear I’m barely hanging on. “Spread for me. I want to lick your cunt until your legs shake.”
“Avery!” She gasps. “Please, I need all of you.”
“All?” I stroke myself once, twice.
“Yes!”
I climb between her legs, my cock aching from the need to claim her. When I slide inside her, she stills for a moment.
“Are you sore?” I kiss her, trying to take away the sting.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, her neck craning as she kisses me.
I follow her command, my hips pumping into her as she rocks hers to meet me. Each thrust strengthens our bond, each moan from her lips making the band around my finger shine brighter. We are forever, Marigold and me.
Bearing down, I grind on her as I pull down the top of her dress and find her nipple. Clamping it between my lips, I lash my tongue at the tip.
“Oh my God!” She digs her nails into my shoulders, her body arching to mine.
I feel her come, her pussy clenching me deeper.
“Avery!” She writhes, her body lost in ecstasy.
I can’t hold out, not with her beneath me, not when I’m buried in her as she moans my name. I let go, coating her with come as I empty into her soft cunt. We peak together, our bodies and souls locked in a perfect embrace.
When we finally come down, I rise and look down at her. Rosy cheeks, darkened nipples, and my cum spilling from her wet slit. Fucking hell, she’s a dream.
“Avery?” Her voice is breathy, her eyes fluttering and dazed.
“Yes, Goldie?”
“I really, really love you.”
I grin and lean over her, kissing her softly. “Not as much as I love you. Never as much as I love you.”
EPILOGUE
MARIGOLD
Ten Years Later
“Why do I feel like I’m the one in trouble?” I peek over at my husband in the driver's seat. Over the years, Avery has faded to the background of the life he once led. We’d even done a move and name change after we found out I was pregnant.
Plus, with my father up and disappearing, it was time to move along. He might have vanished to the rest of the world, but I’m sure my husband knows exactly where he is. I’m guessing he’s now a pile of ash or six feet under. I never asked. I trusted Avery to do what he thought was necessary to keep us safe.