Burdens We Carry (One Night, #3)

by Dana Isaly

We lock eyes immediately, like we’re both drawn to look at each other at the exact same moment. My steps falter. Odd-looking? How could anyone call her odd-looking? She’s positively fucking ethereal. Her long, pin-straight hair is whiter than the dress she’s wearing, and even from here, I can see that her eyes are so blue they’re almost violet. Her skin is translucent and shimmering in the sunlight.

“Because you glow, Aurora.” Her eyes widen slightly, giving me just enough of a reaction to know that she’s pleased. “You radiate. You take my breath away.”

“I’m not stuck with you, Aurora,” I tell her as I break the kiss and lean my forehead on hers. “You are not ugly. You are not ghostly. You are not an abomination. And you are definitely not a burden.” I end each sentence with a kiss, nibbling on both of her lips to bring the bright red blood to the surface.

“I want to lay you down on this bed and taste every inch of your body. I want to eat you until you scream my name loud enough that the guests hear you on the other side of the house.” I kiss the side of her mouth and move to whisper in her ear. “I want to feel that tight little pussy of yours stretch for the first time as I sink my cock inside of you.”

“But you won’t hurt me, will you, Owen?” The way she says my name has me in a chokehold. I would do anything for her at this moment. She has me by the balls, and I think she knows it. “Mai,” I pledge. “Never.”

“I wanted to take ahold of this pretty hair and push my dick so deep into your throat that your eyes water and you struggle to breathe.” Her lips slip further down my shaft. “I’m torn between coming down that tight throat or saving it all to fill up that sweet pussy.”

But I’m a man possessed. I can’t do anything but chase my orgasm. And she looks so pretty at my mercy. “You’ll swallow every drop, sì?” She tries to nod. “You will swallow everything I have to give you, and it will make me so proud, mia piccola luna.”

“Fuck, my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth. Say it again.”

“Going to rip those, too, husband?” That word sends a shock wave through my body, and suddenly, I’m ready to go all over again. I’ve never been hard again so quickly in my life. This girl—my wife—is perfect.

“I’m ready,” she murmurs against my lips as her hands drift lower. Her big violet eyes look up into mine. “I want you inside of me, Owen. I want this to be real. I want us to be husband and wife.” I kiss her and pull her on top of me as I roll onto my back. “Who am I to deny my wife?”

“You’re mine now,” I growl. “Sei mia.” “Yes,” she moans. “Say it.” “I am yours!” “I am going to fill this pretty pink pussy up with so much cum, you’ll feel me dripping between your thighs for days. And this belly,” I growl like a man possessed as I run the palm of my hand across the soft curve. “This belly is going to grow round with our baby.”

“Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel this cunt pulsing around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth as I empty everything inside of you.”

“I would like to make sure our children do not feel that,” she continues. “I know we don’t really have a way out of this life, but that doesn’t mean we have to make the same mistakes as our parents.”

“I promise our children will feel all of our love. They’ll never want for anything, including affection.” I kiss her hair and smooth it back from her face as she cuddles into her pillow.

“I am happy that you are mine,” she sighs. “And I am lucky that you are mine.”

I didn’t want this. I figured it would happen eventually, but I didn’t want an arranged marriage. I probably cursed the idea a thousand times in my life. So getting lucky enough to land someone as precious as Aurora? I’ve no idea what I did to deserve that karma.

“You don’t need it,” I tell her. “You are beautiful with and without your makeup. But on the days you want to wear it, I’ll learn how to apply it and do it for you if you like. That way, you don’t have to strain your eyes or worry that it’s coming out crooked.”

“I don’t have any friends, Owen,” she says as she smiles sadly. “I have my family that I’m amiable with, and of course, there are others around that are kind to my face, but no one wants to be friends with the freak.” The anger that seems to like to pop up whenever her feelings are hurt has raised its ugly head again. She looks so incredibly sad, but she shrugs it off like it’s nothing. But it isn’t nothing. It’s everything. She’s never going to be treated like that again as long as I’m around. “I can see your wheels turning,” she says, smirking over at me. “You get this look about you whenever I mention something like this, or like earlier, when you could tell the families were making me uncomfortable.” “I would apologize, but I’m not sorry,”

“I give you all the credit, sweet girl,” I tell her. “I know you’re strong because you’re here and you survived. And I don’t ever want you to think that I think you’re weak or that you can’t do things on your own. I know you can. But now that you have me, you don’t have to. So if you need me, you lean on me. I’ll share my strength with you, and I’ll make sure that you don’t have to go through anything alone.”

“Is this what it’s like for everyone?” she asks. “What do you mean, Principessa?” “Does everyone get this lucky? To be so happy with who they’ve been paired with?” She pulls back and looks me in my eyes. “No, baby,” I tell her, running my fingers through the soft strands of her hair. “No one is as lucky as I am.”

Fuck, I love stretch marks. There is nothing sexier than a woman’s body. I love the curves, the stretch marks, the hair…

“Am I your knight in shining armor?” I tease her. “I always told her I didn’t think anyone would want me. Even when I was a little girl, I was always very aware that I was different. I didn’t think I would be so lucky.” “But then I walked in,” I cut her off, smiling as I kiss her temple. “But then you walked in,” she agrees. We go back to listening to the rest of the story, and when she finishes, a few people carry in a bowl full of oranges that is so large it takes two people to carry it. They place it in the middle of the table, and then a few more people walk in, carrying a small orange tree in an ornate pot. “For you,” her mother says, gesturing to me. “As a sign of our good faith that you are the king our Aurora was waiting for. We hope you treat each other with love and respect and grow to love each other as her father and I have.”

“Careful, little tease,” I tell her, kissing her shoulder as she takes another bite. “Or I’ll bend you over the balcony when we get back to our room and fuck you until you can’t stand any longer.”

“È una minaccia? O una promessa?” Is that a threat? Or a promise? “Oh, it’s a promise.” I give her a little bite on her shoulder, and she pulls away giggling. I’ve never been so enchanted with a laugh as I am with hers.

“You get to be whoever you want to be when you’re with me. I want you to tell me every little thing you like and everything you want to try. Nothing is off the table. I know this is all new to you, so the world is your oyster. Let’s learn together what you like.”

“Perfect.” I grab my cock and run it through her soaking slit, coating the head with her arousal as I line myself up. “I’m going to spank you as I fuck you, Principessa. I want to see your ass painted red with my hand prints. But if at any time it gets to be too much, use the safe word. Okay?”

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, running my hands up and down her back. “You take me so well. This tight little pussy of yours is stretched around my cock so beautifully, Aurora.”

I lean down and kiss her. Her lips open, and we taste each other again. It’s a sweet kiss, filled with love and respect for one another. It’s filled with all of the emotions we haven’t processed out loud yet.

“You are perfect. And more importantly, you are perfect for me.” I run my fingers through her hair and down her back, trying to soothe her. “And I get to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.” “Promise?” she asks, her eyes hopeful as she looks up to me. “Lo prometto, mia piccola luna.” I promise, my little moon. “Every day for the rest of our lives, I will make sure you know you are loved.” “And I will do the same,” she declares with a smile wide enough that it lights up her eyes. “Good.” I kiss her nose. “Now, let’s get packed so we can get the hell out of here and start this life together.”

Everyone falls into easy conversations, but I can’t take my eyes off my wife. I look down at the gold band wrapped around my ring finger and smile. I have my wife, my friends, and a plan for the future. And that feels pretty fucking good to me.