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“We can wait until all of this Robert shit is over if you want to?”
“No,” I reply with a smile, covering his mouth with my fingertips, “I don’t want to let him rule my life anymore; I want to be your wife as soon as possible.”
“Thank fuck,” he replies, grinning widely. “Can I show you how much I’m going to love my wife?”
I simply smile and nod. Without any further words, he kisses me on the dancefloor, takes hold of my hand, and begins leading me back toward our hotel room.
Chapter 23
Niamh
As soon as the door clicks closed on our hotel room, I reach up to kiss his lips, showing him that I want to be seen as a normal girl, one without such a traumatic past. I want him to know that I’m here for him as much as he’s here for me; that he can lean on me, depend on me, and love me how he wants to. He seems to know this for he pulls me in tight, then uses his hand to turn my head so he can kiss me deeper, more urgently, as though he doesn’t want to leave me in any doubt as to what he wants to do to me.
“My ring looks good on you, baby,” he murmurs between kisses, “promise me you’ll never take it off.”
“Never,” I whisper, taking his face between my hands to pause his touch. “But now you must promise me something; take me like you want to. Stop being gentle and make love to me like you need to.”
His eyes are moving so rapidly across my face, I begin to worry that I’ve said the wrong thing, that he won’t ever see me the way I want him to.
“Plea—" I begin but am soon cut off by a kiss so intense, I don’t even realize he’s lifted me clear off the ground. My legs wrap around his hips, and his hands grab hold of my ass with such force, I am thrust against his erection. And I want it, I want all of it.
I am so embedded in our kiss, in the feeling of him against me, I fail to notice that we are moving toward the bed. Within seconds, I am falling to the mattress, with him crawling over me. I reach up to try and undo the buttons of his shirt, but he stops me and looks at me so seriously, I lose my breath for a moment.
“Niamh,” he says, sounding low and husky, “I have always made love to you how I’ve needed to. Any other woman before was nothing more than a soulless meeting of two bodies; those times ran puddle deep. They could never feel even remotely close to what I feel when I’m inside of you. Don’t ever question how hard I let myself fall into you ever again. I feel everything when I’m with you.”
“You promise?” I finally ask. “Because I need you to see me as a woman, a wife, and maybe one day, a mother. I’m not that little girl who was taken, or the shell of a person who even after she came back from it, was weak and lost. With you, I want to be so much more than my past.”
“Baby, I see you exactly as you see me,” he says before kissing my lips, “you are my strength, my hope, my present, and my future.” I break into sobs, even if such a thing isn’t the sexy look I was going for, but I can’t help it. He simply smiles before lifting my hand to peck the ring that says we belong together. “My wife.”
I do not utter a single word after that, instead, I let my body show him what his words have ignited inside of me. My dress is pulled away, his shirt thrown to one side, and my underwear torn to shreds. His lips devour every inch of my body, and when he reaches for my lips below, he shows me exactly how hard he falls into me. I moan against his hot tongue that runs the length of me before settling on my nerves, my clit, and bringing me to a ledge that takes only moments to break away from. The room blurs into a foggy haze as I allow the sensation of falling to consume me, if only for seconds. And then I am ready for him, ready for him to claim me, and for my body to promise to be his, only his, forever more.
Phoenix
I hold my future wife from behind, both of us now fully naked, her back to my chest, connecting our heat before I move inside of her. I want to draw this out, to take my time so she knows just how much she means to me. Her head rolls back against my shoulder, and she sighs as I run my hands over her breasts, her waist, her hips, and finally, her center. Her wet lips reassure me of everything I need to know; she wants me as much as I want her.
“I love it when you touch me there,” she gasps as I run my mouth along her exposed neck, all the while thrusting deep and slow.
“I can tell, baby,” I mutter between kisses, “you want me inside of you?”
“Mm,” she moans as I circle my fingertip against her clit. “But don’t stop what you’re doing.”
“My baby’s getting confident, telling me what she needs from me,” I whisper inside her ear, causing her to writhe against my body. With a nip to her neck, I move to enter her warmth, bracing myself for the pleasure of feeling her muscles clench all around me. Never have I had to talk myself down from coming too soon as much as I have with Niamh.
“You make me feel so free,” she moans, “I’ve never felt so free, Warren.”
“Fuck, the feel of you Niamh, all of you,” I groan as I pull her hips toward me, causing a deeper connection that forces me to bite down on my lip to stop me blowing my load too soon.
“I wanna come,” she gasps, “but I also don’t…I want it to last forever.”
“Niamh,” I begin, pausing to bring my lips back to her soft ear lobe, “it will last forever, you and I.”
“Ahh,” she moans, coming in a rush that has her squeezing all around me. I move faster, indulging in the feeling of her tightness, and her rush of wetness. It’s too much and I end up coming not long after. I’ve never been so quick to lose control with a woman, not without giving myself permission to do so. But then, I’ve never felt so connected with someone before; we’re destined for each other.
“Oh, shit,” I laugh next to her ear, and she grins, carefree and living for this moment. For the first time in my life, I’m proud of what I’ve managed to do for this beautiful woman; I set her free.
“What?” she giggles, still with me resting inside of her.
“You make me look very uncool with your magic vagina,” I tease.