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Story: Bloody Wedding
I do, but I won’t admit it. Not now. Not while I’m crossing my legs under his comforter to hide how arousing his little display is…
Still, he’s waiting for an answer, and for some reason, I feel like I want to engage with him. Almost as though, if I walk to him, we’re having a conversation instead of just me gawking at him while he plays with himself.
“I was so worried that it wouldn’t fit,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “I didn’t think I would last.”
My turn.
“I thought someone would see us.”
His eyes gleam in the lamplight. “Iwantedsomeone to see us. Maybe not the first time because we were at my house and my parents walking in… fuck no. But at school? God, there were times that I got a thrill, thinking someone could walk in at any moment.”
Really?
“You weren’t ashamed of being with me?” I ask. Old insecurities die hard, I guess, and I know I should drop it, but I don’t. “I thought I was your dirty little secret.”
Another chuckle, darker this time. “That’s because youwantedto be.”
No. I didn’t.
Did I?
Adrian lets go of his cock just long enough to climb on top of the comfort, lying on his side so that he can look me dead in the face as he goes back to stroking himself provocatively.
I lick the corner of my mouth.
He rumbles out a groan.
And then, his voice low, his hand quick, he asks, “If I had asked you out like Desmond did, would you have said yes? After the shitty way I treated you? Or did you only crawl into my bed because you liked me being your dirty little secret?”
I shudder. I don’t know if it’s the rough way he sounds or how I just watched him crawl into his bed, naked and sexy and so goddamn irresistible, but instead of telling him to get lost, I whimper.
He releases his cock. “Oh, princess… that’s a needy sound you just made. I think that answers my question for me.” Reaching out, he slowly peels the comforter away from me.
I let him. I even do the unthinkable and uncross my clenched thighs as I shimmy down a little, letting him see the way my breath is rising, falling, faster and faster as his hand lands on my lower belly.
“I never got to be your boyfriend, Loni, but that’s okay. I’m more than satisfied with being your husband.”
I shake my head, the hair spilled on the pillow beneath me rustling softly.
“But I am your husband. And you’re my wife. Aren’t you, Loni? I Claimed you. Won’t you Claim in return?”
Through gritted teeth, I answer his sultry question with a snap. “I married you, didn’t I?”
“Yes. You did. And you’ve spent an entire week as my wife. But this is the first time I have you in our bed, and while I planned on sleeping… how can I do that when my wife makes needy sounds like that for her husband?”
Sleep… how the fuck am I supposed to sleep like this?
Adrian thumbs the waistband of my sleep pants. When I lift my hips, wordlessly giving him permission because I must’ve fucking lost my mind, he slides his hand beneath them, patting the top of my aroused pussy.
It’s all I can do not to squeal.
He rubs my mound, a curious look on his features. It’s made all the more devilish by the way his lips quirk upward, his fingers playing along the edge of lace on my underwear.
“Tell me… if I slipped my hand inside your panties right now, would you be wet right now? Your body getting ready for the one man who ever knew how to make it scream for him?”
Two minutes ago, I would’ve slapped his hand, turned my back, and tried desperately to fall asleep with the pulse of my need running through my super sensitized body. But that was two minutes ago.
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