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My back arches off the bed as he hits that sweet spot that I never knew existed until I felt him for the first time. The place inside me he always finds so easily, like it was put there just for him.
He releases my wrists, sliding his arms beneath me, cradling my body against his own.
It’s suffocating.
It’s consuming.
It’s everything I could possibly want.
He’s my devil and I’m his queen, but in the end, we’re nothing but mere servants, willing to do anything for each other.
I’m addicted.
He’s obsessed.
We’re possessive, murderous beings willing to do unspeakable things to hold onto each other for as long as we live in this fucked up world.
My pussy clenches as he rotates his hips, sending me into a downward spiral of sweet torture. He buries his face in my neck, sucking and nipping my sensitive skin. It’s sure to leave a bruise, but I’ll wear his mark proudly, letting everyone see I’m owned by a ruthless killer, who will only bow to me.
My quiet blue-eyed boy turned into a feral beast, a monster, but he’s all mine until the end of time. That thought alone sends me crashing into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
He growls into my skin, my tight cunt ripping his release from his body. He buries himself as deep as he can, grinding against my cervix and the pain only prolongs the aftershocks of the earth-shattering explosion between us.
He rolls to the side, taking me with him, our bodies still joined. Our sweat slicked skin moves easily against each other as he kisses me softly before tucking my head under his chin.
“I can’t lose you, Nova. It was too close.” He whispers into the quiet room, and I shudder.
“You won’t lose me, Colt. Even in death, we’ll be together.”
He kisses the top of my head. “As I was saying earlier, before you distracted me with your perfect cunt-”
Rearing back, I cut him off, swatting him in the chest. He chuckles and I can’t help but smile when he’s carefree like this.
“If you still like bartending, I thought about buying the bar.”
My eyes widen. “Jared’s bar?”
He nods. “Yeah. He’s a dumbass and doesn’t have a clue how to run that place. I have business sense and the money to do it.”
I’m vibrating with excitement. “Do it!”
“Really?”
“Yes!” I shout, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist. “We’d be together all the time. If you get on my nerves, I’ll just kick you out for a little while.”
He grips my waist, a devious grin playing on his lips. “I’d find a way in.”
“I know.”
His face grows serious. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”
I damn near choke on my own spit. “What? My face is-”
“Fucking gorgeous as always.”
The fight leaves me immediately. The truth shines in his eyes and I know without a doubt, I could grow a third eye, and this man would show me off like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Okay.” I agree, suddenly nervous about getting married.