Page 91 of Cherished Lands

He punctuated the order with a hard slap to my ass. Thepain quickly morphed into a pleasure so strong it pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name as it crashed through me in waves. Elliot's grip on my hips tightened as he drove into me harder.

"Fuck, you feel incredible when you come," he panted, his thrusts growing desperate. "So fucking perfect..."

My inner walls clenched around him as aftershocks rippled through me. His cock swelled inside me, stretching me even further. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he chased his own release.

"Where do you want it?" he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Should I paint this perfect ass with my cum?"

"Yes," I moaned, my fingers digging into the bar. "Mark me. Make me yours."

He pulled out with a grunt, his cock sliding wetly against my ass. I gasped as the first splash of hot cum hit my lower back. More followed as he stroked himself, coating my skin with his release. His other hand gripped my hip possessively, holding me in place as he claimed me.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathed, his thumb trailing through the mess on my skin. "So fucking beautiful like this." My legs trembled as I tried to catch my breath. Elliot's strong arms wrapped around my waist, helping me stand upright. He spun me to face him, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he took in my disheveled state.

"You okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, still dazed. "More than okay. Though I think we might need to sanitize the bar before opening tomorrow."

His deep chuckle sent a warm feeling flooding through my belly. He grabbed a clean bar towel and gently wiped my skin. The tender care after such passionate roughness made my heart somersault.

"Come on," he said, helping me fix my dress. "Let's head home. We've got an early morning tomorrow."

Home. The word settled in my chest like a warm blanket. The way Elliot looked at me now made me wonder how I'd ever convinced myself this marriage was just for show.

As we gathered our things to leave, I caught sight of our reflection in the window—Elliot's arm wrapped protectively around my waist, my head tucked snugly against his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, catching my eye in our reflection.

I turned in his arms, reaching up to caress the strong line of his jaw. "Just wondering what would have happened if we hadn't been forced into this marriage."

His eyes darkened. "We both know I would have found my way to you eventually, Princess."

"Is that so?"

"You've always been mine," he said, his grip tightening on my waist. "Even when we were fighting it."

The raw honesty in his voice made my breath catch.

"Ready to go home, Wife?" he asked, his thumb tracing circles on my hip.

"Lead the way, Husband."

As we stepped out into the cool night air, the stars twinkling above us like scattered diamonds, I marveled at how perfectly everything had fallen into place. The cidery was thriving, my mother was finally free, and I had found a love Inever expected with the one man I thought I could never have.

Elliot's hand found mine as we walked to his truck, our fingers intertwining naturally. The metal of his wedding ring pressed against my skin, a constant reminder that this wasn't about business deals, contracts, or checklists—this was real, permanent, and absolutely perfect.