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“We haven’t consummated the marriage. It can still be annulled, I figured that’s what your plan was—once enough time had ...
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“You think I want to annul this?”
“Fucking hell, Penelope.”
“To be clear, I want to fuck you. I think about it nearly every waking moment of the day. I have wanted to fuck you for a very, very long time. I am, however, nervous becaus...
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“I don’t want to,” I demanded sternly. “I don’t want to hold out, I want you.” I stepped closer, wetting my lips. “Please, Jamie.”
“You have to tell me if it hurts. Promise me, Pen. I will never forgive myself if I hurt you.” She nodded. “I promise.”
“Get on all fours, show me that pussy, Mrs. King.”
“Move forward,” I ordered my beautiful wife, releasing her hair. She obeyed, getting closer to the headboard.
“Gonna taste you now, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
“My wife is fucking delectable.”
“You’re mine, Penny. For fucking ever. I don’t want to annul anything. I want to keep you. My filthy bride. I want you, for always.”
“And now...” I pulled my hips back and then gently rolled them forward, fully sheathing myself inside her. “You are officially...” I moved again and her fists clenched the comforter. “My motherfucking wife.”
“All I think about is how badly I want to claim you and be inside you. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Your lips get me hard just from parting when you need to breathe or speak. You walk past me, and I want to slide your pants down and fit my cock in between your ass
cheeks and find that soaking center to slide into. God, you grip my cock so well.”
“You’re always dripping for me, baby, aren’t you? My dirty wife, fucking desperate for this cock.” “Fuck, Jamie. My god, I’m—I can’t.”
“Jameson King, I need you to come because I’m dying. I’ve come three times on your cock, now fill me up. I’m ready.”
“Good, obedient wife,”
“Lay down, Pen. I need you to clean my cock.”
“Clean it with your tongue, get every drop.”
“You okay?” I rasped, catching my breath. Her smile was infectious. “More than okay. You can’t back out of this now. I’m officially your wife, Jameson King.”
“You wanted to know why I didn’t fight for you.”
“You were this beautiful dream that just walked into my life when I was thirteen, too young to know what to do with it. You were as out of reach to me as the stars. I’d watch you and you were imprinted in my mind, running through it at night, claiming every waking moment in the morning. I’d see you in school and I’d miss what the assignment was, or what the club had asked me to do.
You were always watching me, and I could feel this pull between us, and I knew…I knew if I gave in to it, then you’d become part of the club. You’d lose that star lust in your eyes, that wonder that made them sparkle. You’d dim, and I couldn’t live in a world where you were any less bright. So I backed off, and watched you from the shadows.”
“You stole my first kiss.”
“That was inevitable. I wanted you to remember me.”
“But refused my virginity.” “Would never have let you go if I took it. If I touched you, had you like that…ther...
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“And now that you’ve...
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“Now, no one else ever will.”
“we promised each other.”
“When you took my last name and became my wife, Pen.”
I wanted her to realize this was me
fighting for her, and for the baby. It was me saying I...
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I was worth well over ten million dollars. Not that I had ever once broadcasted that, or ever let on to what I’d been doing with my money.
She didn’t need to be concerned about providing for Connor; we had it more than covered. I didn’t even consider a prenup because even if she wasn’t my wife, I’d want her to have everything.
His wince spoke volumes, as if we were never meant to witness this. His only weakness.
“Non possum,” Silas rasped, turning away from her. Natty stood there trembling. “Yes, you can.”
Once we were all close enough, he held up a photo of Natty working at the bakery. “This was nailed to my door this evening—where I live. Where no one,
not even my mother, knows the address.”
“We know who it’...
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“Fable,” Silas muttered. “Your father is going after her?”
“Mine went after Laura.”
“I can’t risk losing her.”
His mouth was going to be the death of me.
I believed that he wanted this, wanted me…and even my son, but I was still hesitant to completely accept it.
I glanced over at him and something primal had screamed in my head: Mine. I wanted him to belong to me, and I wanted to be his.
I was completely in love with him, and my poor tortured heart was a wary thing, terrified of the damage he could do.
“Would you mind if I—” He faltered for a second, and to encourage him, I placed my hand over his. Those warm brown eyes landed on mine as he moved his hand lower. The baby kicked, and Jameson’s mouth dropped open while his hand flew off my stomach. “Holy shit.”
A rasped whisper rushed through my lips, cutting him off, “I love you, Jamie.”
“You don’t have to say it back!”
“It’s just the hormones, the pregnancy…it’s—I’m not myself. So, please don’t make a big thing of it, okay?”
