Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Anastasia had responded eagerly, those gorgeous hips of hers rising to meet each thrust of my tongue, head tossing back and forth on the pillow, taking what I was giving her without any judgement or fear. Her orgasm had been the sweetest victory of my life. Well, the second sweetest. The first orgasm I had given her would always be something I would never forget. I would treasure those sweet sounds, the creaminess between her thighs, her burying her head in my chest afterwards while our breathing slowed.
She was mine now, in truth. It had happened before I took her completely. Before the wedding. Before Preacher pronounced us man and wife.
I could feel it. I was pretty sure she could feel it, too. And I would never, ever let her go.
Not now. Not ever. Not after that.
I squeezed her again. We needed to hit the road. But it was next to impossible to actually motivate to move out of the big, warm bed. It wasn’t the bed though. It was one hundred percent her. Anastasia felt so goddamn good in my arms.
I knew it wasn’t the last time. I knew it deep down. But I was also afraid to lose her. I had never felt this kind of fear. She had opened up doors that I had never conceived of. She was everything to me.
What if she didn’t agree to the wedding? What if she balked? What if she ran?
I wouldn’t let her run, I decided. If she didn’t want to marry me, then fine. I would stick around, even though it would be torture. Better that then letting her go entirely, though. I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting a rough around the edges, older man like me. I was too old for her. I was not from the same social class. Not by a long shot.
But… she did seem to like me, as a friend but also in that fundamental women like strong men sort of way. Maybe she wouldn’t fight. Maybe she wouldn’t run.
Maybe she would be happy to be my wife.
I had two more days to try and convince her to marry me… all without telling her what her cousins and I had planned.
How to propose, without proposing. As of now, I pretty much planned to let her know I was marrying her right before she walked down the aisle. I wasn’t asking. I was telling.
She was marrying me. She was.
I squeezed her so hard that she squeaked.
“What?”
“Shhhh, everything is alright. We need to hit the road soon.”
She looked at me. Blinked. I clocked it the moment she remembered what we had done the night before. Her eyes widened and her cheeks warmed up with blood.
I chuckled and kissed her before she could overthink it. In fact, I said that.
“Don’t overthink it,” I said, my voice dark and intimate. She buried her face in my neck and said something. “What?”
“I can’t believe we… you…”
“I what?” I said, tilting her chin up so I could look into her beautiful eyes. Eyes that darted away in obvious embarrassment. “You can say it.”
She hid her face again., this time with the sound of a shocked squeal.
“I can’t,” came the muffled reply.
“What?” I asked again, laughing my ass off. Hard to believe I could be this turned on, know there was no end in sight to my suffering, and still find the situation so adorable and hilarious.
“I can’t say it,” she wailed, still hiding her face.
“Okay, okay,” I laughed, rolling her onto her back and trapping her arms above her head. She stared at me in shock. “I’ll say it then. I ate your pussy. Twice.”
“Oh my God, Vice!”
“And I cannot wait to do it again,” I said before diving my face into her neck to give her nibbling kisses.
“Viceeeee!” She squealed. But this time she was laughing, too.
“All kidding aside, princess,” I said as I stopped kissing her long enough to brush the har away from her face. “There is nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to what happens between a man and a woman who love each other. I wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”
“You… you did?”
“Yes.”
“That specifically?”
“Oh, yes. Definitely that specifically. That and many, many other things.”
“Oh,” she said, her pretty face looking pleased and slightly alarmed at the same time. I couldn’t blame her.
“You are so beautiful. Don’t you know that?”
She didn’t say anything but I could tell she didn’t know.
“You have no idea how desirable you are, do you?”
“Desirable?”
“Alluring. Appealing. Sexy as all hell.”
She didn’t answer me. But I could tell she was thinking about it. She had no fucking idea what she did to me. But eventually I would teach her to see herself the way I saw her.
“Beautiful inside and out,” I said. “You are fucking amazing, Anastasia.”