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“He thinks he can salvage what happened between us,” I say to Andrew’s back as he’s facing away from me. I hate that I can’t see his face.
“My purpose for going was to tell him directly that he needs to back off. No more flowers or text messages,” I say, feeling as if I’m rambling. The speech I had rehearsed has flown out of my mind.
“He was texting you?” Andrew asks in a terse voice.
“Just today.” I take a breath and continue. “I wanted to make it clear that whatever we had is over. I’m your wife now, and he needs to accept that.”
Andrew is silent for a moment, then he turns to face me, stepping closer, his presence suddenly commanding. “Did you make that clear enough, or does he need to see our wedding certificate?” His tone has an edge to it, a possessiveness that sends a thrill down my spine.
He moves closer, until there’s barely any space between us, his eyes dark and intense.
“I did,” I say, my breath hitching as he closes the distance, his body heat mingling with the cool night air. “I made it very clear.”
The air between us is charged, electric, and I can barely breathe. Andrew’s gaze drops to my lips. He lifts his hand, cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing gently over my cheek.
“Good,” he murmurs, his voice low. His thumb softly traces my bottom lip, sending a wave of desire washing over me.
Thoughts of Daniel leave my mind. All I can think of is how badly I want Andrew’s lips on mine.
Andrew’s eyes are filled with a raw intensity. “You’re mine, Emily,” he says fiercely.
He slants his mouth over mine in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth, tasting me with a hunger that matches my own. His hand pulls me closer, our bodies now pressed intimately together.
I wrap my arms around him, feeling his heart pound through his chest as we kiss.
Finally, we pull away, both panting slightly and our eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
“Let’s go in,” Andrew says taking my hand.
We make it as far as the kitchen. Easily lifting me up, Andrew perches me on the counter top. His hands rake over my thighs, pushing my dress higher and higher until my black lacy panties are visible.
Andrew’s breath hitches as he hungrily takes in the sight before him.
“You're so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice deep and gruff with want. His fingers trace the curve of my hip, then slowly slide under the elastic of my panties, his touch sending a shockwave of desire coursing through me.
“Andrew,” I groan, my body arching towards his touch.
“I need you, Emily,” he growls, his eyes burning with lust.
He spreads my legs apart and pulls my panties aside. His fingers find their mark, and I gasp at the sensation of his touch on my most sensitive place.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark and intense. “Are you ready for me?”
I nod, unable to speak past the lust and pleasure gripping me.
Andrew wastes no time, undoing his pants and positioning himself between my thighs. With one swift movement, he pushes inside me.
I gasp at the sensation of his hardness filling me, stretching me in the most exquisite way. He moves slowly at first and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, my hips rising to meet each thrust.
Our bodies move together, pleasure building up inside me until it is almost unbearable.
Andrew's thrusts become more fervent, his movements faster and deeper. I moan his name, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I draw him closer.
“That's it, Emily,” Andrew growls, his breath hot on my cheek. “Take me.”
My release builds up, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust. I cry out as the climax crashes over me, my body shuddering with the force of it.
Andrew's face contorts with pleasure, his eyes squeeze shut as he pushes even deeper inside me. With a final thrust, he cries out my name, his release filling me completely.