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Fear shot through me, frosting my veins. I couldn’t lose her. Panic gripped me. The thought of failing and becoming a monster to her once again drove away the pleasure being this near her brought.
“Nigh, what’s wrong?” she asked, using the nickname she’d given me. Hearing it come from those soft lips quelled some of the anxiety the thought of losing her caused.
“Promise you’ll never leave me. Promise me, Avery,” I said, nestled between her legs, practically begging. When she agreed to be mine, I would finally take her. We had two months left, and I’d waited long enough. So long we were both vibrating for it.
“What?” she asked, and I gave her room to lean up on an elbow. “What are you saying?”
It was a good question. What was I saying? Then I knew. “Marry me?” I asked. “Avery, will you be my wife? Will you marry me? I don’t think I can live without you.”
“Wow,” she said, and kept staring up at me with that dazed expression she wore so often when she looked at me. She said nothing else, and my heart seized.
“Avery, you’re killing me. Every second that you don’t say yes is like an ice pick stabbing into my chest.”
“But what if you’re bad in bed, and then I have to live the rest of my life with—” I cut her ridiculous thought off with a kiss. She moaned into my mouth, gripping my shoulder to pull me closer, but I broke our lips apart.
“Do you really think that’s possible?” I asked her, giving her a heated expression. Her eyes lulled as if she was imagining what it would be like, then a grin snaked across her mouth. “Marry me, Avery Plath. On the next full moon, commit yourself to me. Become my wife.” I held my breath as I awaited her reply, and the seconds ticked on like hours.
“Yes,” she said in a whisper.
“Thank the Goddess,” I said. “I’m going to fuck you now, Avery.”
“Please.” She moaned as I ground down into her, showing her how satisfying I found that word. Her hands roamed across my chest, down my sides and across my lower back, and I could have sworn they caught on the many scars that crisscrossed my body. It was only dreaming though, my mind wanting something so badly I was making things up. No, I wouldn’t think of that, of who she saw when she looked at me. I’d only be grateful for this moment and everything transpiring between us, because I may not know what visual she saw, I knew who she was surrendering her heart to.
I lifted my hips to enter her, but her hand shot to my cock. She stroked me, swirling her thumb across the slit where pre-cum beaded.
“Nigh, you’re huge. I mean, overall, but your dick… Is it even going to fit?” she asked, and more cum leaked out at her words. Goddess, this woman was going to be my doom.
“Yes, sweetheart. I promise you, it will fit.”
She groaned as I pulled her hand off me, and I slid my tip through her folds. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Nigh. No teasing. Please,” she begged. I claimed her mouth, thrusting my tongue into it, giving her a preview of what was to come. Her fingers clawed at my hips, pulling them toward her, but I held back, loving every second of her writhing beneath me, needing me.
“You are so perfect, Avery.” Grabbing her hands, I raised them over her head, clasping them in one of my hands, and I used the other to grab ahold of her hip and guide myself to her entrance, nudging in an inch. “Does your pussy ache for me?”
She nodded, thrusting her hips upward, but my hand pressed her into the bed. “Do you need me to fuck it until you feel better?”
“Jesus, Nigh, yes,” she said, whimpering. “Please make it stop aching.”
“Watch me as I take you, sweetheart.” I pressed my hips forward, and her eyes almost looked pained as they flashed to mine. I knew it wasn’t because my size hurt her. It was because of how slow and deliberate I was entering her.
“You want more?” I asked her.
“You’re the one killing me now,” she whined, and I gave her another inch.
“That’s right,” I clipped. She trembled, jerking from where I restrained her, but I held firm.
I slid in deeper, practically shuddering, my control on the edge of snapping. “Your pussy is so fucking wet. Are you always this dripping for me?”
“Always,” she moaned, and I rewarded her by slamming home.
“Fuck,” I yelled, and captured her cry with my mouth. I wasn’t going to give her a choice about how I gave it to her. I was finally inside the woman I’d make my wife, and there had never been a purer ecstasy. Legally, I’d claim her in a month, make her my queen, but tonight I planned to make sure she knew how very claimed she was on every other level a man could claim a woman. I planned to leave the reverberation of it long after we were done.
Chapter 36
Avery
Nighvaldidn’tgivemetime to come up for air, or even call out. His kisses were all-consuming and the way he drove his hips deep into me, barely pulling out before he shoved in again, grinding against my deepest walls, was a claiming. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was imprinting himself on me in a way I’d never be able to forget. It was so primal, so animal, the way he was driving into me, and I’d never felt more alive and rocked through with pleasure. It radiated from my pussy and my chest, both of which were throbbing in harmony.
