Page 37 of Accidentally Marrying the Prisoner
“Fine,” I say with a little pout, pressing on his lower back while I hike my knees up higher along his ribs. “But hurry up.”
“My needy little princess,” he says with a chuckle and kisses the tip of my nose.
“You’re needy, too, your highness,” I say, bucking my hips twice.
He grips my right hip, jerking my lower half up, positioning his cockhead at my entrance. “I’ve gone mental without you, Mirabeth. Of course I need you.”
“So fuck me already.”
“Not until you promise not to shut down on me the next time you’re upset. I’d rather you scream and sic Merlin on me than stonewall me. Your silence hurt.”
I look away from the pain in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I…I’m not the kind to rage. Shutting down when I’m really upset, going quiet, is what I’ve always done.”
“Then promise to at least try,” he says, turning my face back to him, his brows pulled down. “I want open and honest communication between us, instead of me going crazy, guessing at where your mind is at.”
“Then it’s a two-way street. You can’t hide the truth from me because you think it will upset me. I deserve to know everything, regardless of how you think I’ll react, even if you don’t like the consequences.”
He smiles softly and kisses me. “Deal. Look how much happier we already are.”
I pinch his firm, muscular butt, making him jerk. “I’ll be happier once you make me cum.”
Conrad eases his large crown inside me, his thrusts thoughtfully shallow as he waits for my pussy to stretch and adjust. “Two more things we need to get on the same page about,” he says, his breath turning choppy when I roll my hips and beg him to give me more than just the tip. “I love you, Mirabeth. And, maybe I shouldn’t, because we were strangers last month, but I hope, now that we’ve talked, that you?—”
“I think I love you too.” With my hands now circling his neck, I pull him closer, ignoring the tenderness in my breasts as he lies fully atop me.
“That’s enough for…for now.” The furling of his brows when he squeezes his eyes shut and the thickness of his voice bring a sharp pang to my chest. “I’ll work on making you fall in love with me every day too. Maybe by the time our baby is born…or…or…maybe by our third anniversary, you’ll know for sure. We could have a real ceremony and renew our vows, if you do.”
I relax my inner muscles, brace my feet on the mattress, and thrust up, taking the last of his length with a strangled gasp. I comb my fingers through his thick hair. “I’d like that. Somewhere on the beach or in the mountains.”
He nods and presses his face into my neck, sliding his hands up under my shoulders, his body vibrating as he rocks in and out of me with long, smooth strokes. My neck turns wet, and it’s not from the kisses he keeps pressing against my skin. My pang grows exponentially when I realize he’s silently crying. The intense connection I felt right away wasn’t one-sided. He really does love me.
I imagine a trip to the Great Smoky Mountains, standing beneath a wooden arch in a clearing in an old-growth forest. Or maybe on a crystal blue beach beneath an arch draped in sheer fabric that waves and snaps in the wind. I’d wear a wedding dress he helped me pick out. He’d be dressed sharply in a suit, holding my hands as he made his vows. I’d write my own, truly willing and wanting to marry him, and not because of some trick or bizarre overcrowding problem-solving program.
I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted anything more than I do our baby, and now this. Him.
I turn my face into his, searching for his soft lips, and murmur what I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge when I was in so much pain after that horrible night three weeks ago. “I don’t justthink it. I know it. I love you too, Conrad.” It wouldn’t have hurt so much if I hadn’t.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
CONRAD
Who knew I had so many tears inside me? I nearly choke on them and the love pouring off Mirabeth in waves, filling the emptiness that had been steadily carved out of my chest. It’s a powerful force to be reckoned with, and I grapple with my emotions as they, too, spill out of me.
“My princess,” I cry, yanking her right knee higher up my ribs to drive deeper inside her with my next thrust, her pussy more swollen than the last time I remember. “My princess forever.”
“Yes,” she says, breathing heavily against my lips, kissing me between each harsh exhale as our pleasure intensifies. “I hope our baby has streaks of red in their hair like you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” I flex every muscle in my body, digging my fingers into her thigh and shoulder, trying not to cum already. “I think I like that more than ‘your highness’.”
“Yeah?”
“Almost as much as the idea of cumming deep inside you.” My dick swells as I increase my speed, stunned, as I am each time, that she’s so perfectly able to take all of me.
Mirabeth yanks my hair, arching her neck. “Only for the next nine months.”
A deep growl rumbles out of my chest, and I pinch her chin, stealing a kiss. “You already know I won’t be able to stop.” With a twinge of guilt, I confess, “I came a little inside you that first night before I could pull out, and when you passed out, I pushed it deeper with my fingers.” While that hadn’t been my intention, it became so each time we had sex afterward.
