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“Ditch the fucking ring,” he whispers against my lips, and the second that platinum band princess cut diamond is skipping over the ceramic tiles, his mouth is on mine.
Jaxon shoves me down to the mess of blankets on my bed.
“I’m gonna fuck you the way a bride deserves to be fucked on her honeymoon, and when I’m done, you’re going to thank me and ask for more.” He whips his belt free from his shorts. “Got it?”
I swallow. “G...
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“Good girl. Now take off those panties and show me how badly your pussy ...
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“You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s here alone on her honeymoon. You wanna rile me up so you can fuck out all that anger you’re holding on to?” I shove her thighs apart and dip my hand, running two fingers up her soaked slit, right up to her clit. When she gasps and grinds against me, I smile, plunging my fingers inside her. “Or you wanna sit back and let me fuck you the way a bride deserves to be fucked?”
“If you were my bride, I’d fuck you like you were my lifeline. I’d eat your pussy like it was my last meal, and I’d drive myself inside you over and over again, like you were the only place I’d find my salvation.”
“If you were my bride, Lennon, I’d have spent the week worshiping you. We’ve missed a few days, but that’s okay. I’m gonna worship you now, and I’ll do it until you can’t remember your own name. Do you want that, honey? You wanna be worshiped?”
“Look at me,” I demand, but she shakes her head. “Lennon.” “You’re gonna fall in love with me.” I snort a laugh, my grip on her hips tightening. “Okay.” “It’s true. I saw it in your eyes. You’re an open book.”
“You can call me Daddy, honey. My only stipulation is that I’m buried eight inches inside you while you do it.”
He sighs. “Just that Ryne is a piece of shit. An agreeable version of you who sits quietly by, blending in instead of standing out, isn’t my Lennon.” My heart pounds at that simple two-letter word. “I thought you liked quiet.” “Before you, maybe.” “And now?” “Now I like loud.”
“I’ve always loved the stars. Anything that happens in the sky, really. It’s just . . . surreal, you know? Ethereal. You see the sky every day, and most people, they just get used to it. It becomes part of the background. I never understood that. You’ll never see the same sunrise twice. The sky looks different every night, even though it’s the same constellations. It’s just . . . magnificent.
“And now?” “Now? Now I like having you everywhere. I like your hair products spread out on my bathroom counter. I like your books on my shelf, your telescope on my balcony. I like every piece of you that you’ve added to this house, and I like that my bedsheets smell like you. And, honey? I like me a whole lot better with you here too.”
“Looking at you, knowing you exist in my world, that you could be mine one day and gone the next, is the most overwhelming thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Jaxon Riley, tattooed grump who thinks he’s only good for fighting, talking about feelings, pouring his heart out to me . . .”
“Turns me on.”
“Hmm.” I drag my thumb over that lush lip, tugging it free. “Such a pretty mouth. Wanna know my favorite thing about it, honey?” I press the whispered words against her ear...
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“I’ll wait, Jaxon. I don’t care how long. Because this? This is a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. You’re a once-in-a-lifetime find. I’m not walking away.”
“Here it is, honey. I love you. I am so goddamn, mind-blowingly in love with you, and the thought of losing you is killing me. I don’t want you to go. This place only feels like a home when you’re here.” I whisper my final plea. “Please, honey. Please stay.”
