I wrap them around her and shield her from the onlookers, pressing kisses to her hairline. “I goddamn love you, Veda.”
“No matter what?”
“Yes. Always.” For a long time, we lie there, our bodies meshed head to toe, Veda’s heart beating—racing—without slowing. “No matter what.”
How soon until I have to prove it?
The second book of Veda and Ramsey. This one was still insane and they were became more obsessed with each other, along with a little bit plot twists. (But not about their relationship, the twists was about Veda’s psycho dad)
“Veda, there are going to be people along the way that try to get to me through you. You’re my weakness, my strength, everything in between…and I suspect anyone who has seen me look at you knows it.”
Even now, in the middle of this garden, I ache to devour her. There’s a pounding in my temples and my loins, urging me to find a place to lay her down flat and fill her cunt with my rigid flesh. It’s a need that never lessens, and it’s always only for Veda.
Instalove love and more crazy, more maniac. Hahahahaha, I had to say I love it.
Thank God. She’s mine, despite the fact that I’m a madman. Thank God. “Then marry me, Veda. Leave this place as my wife and remain that way until my time on this earth is over.” Her head turns slightly, and I watch recognition of the moment float into her expression as she notices the minister.
“Of course I’ll marry you,” Veda whispers with a flirtatious curve of her lips. “As long as you don’t mind picking your wife up from school.”
Without looking at the priest, I beckon him closer. “Angel, I prefer it.”
Veda also had the darkness in her heart, same as Ramsey, they both couldn’t live without each other. They were in a new level of crazy relationship.
“Tell me right now if someone really had the bad judgment to come near my wife.”
“No, Ramsey. It was traffic.” Excitement, tempered by affection, makes the blue of her eyes vivid and hypnotic. “But if someone asked, I wouldn’t hide us. I wouldn’t hold back a single thing.”
Love and lust collide and erupt in my middle, my obsession swelling like a tide that never ebbs. My movement is unhurried as I unwind my hand from her collar and lean back in my chair, although urgency pounds in my temples, my gut, my heart.
“You don’t want to hold back a single thing?” I unzip my fly and growl as my cock is freed. “Then be a good girl and come tell daddy all about your day.”
So in love with this one, even the kink part. ♥️♥️♥️