Page 109 of Liar

My body shakes from the intensity of it all.

“But what’s more beautiful,” he grunts, “is knowing you’re mine.”

He thrusts hard, pushing me down into the mattress and breaking through my resistance, splitting me in two, yet not stopping until his lower abdomen is flush against my own.

It hurts, and it’s shocking how full of him I am.

Yet what pleases me isn’t my own physical response, but his.

He believes I’m beautiful. I’ll go to heaven with the memory of his face in this moment. His cock, throbbing hot and in need of release. Him, gritting his teeth while he struggles to give me time to adjust to him. His eyes, so filled with lust and love.

“Hayden,” I whisper.

He grunts. Barely, just barely hanging on to control.

“I’m yours now. I’ll always be yours. No matter what.”

“Luciana.”

“Sh. Please, take what you need.”

He curses, then begins to fuck me. Thrusting and withdrawing in long, rhythmic strokes. Holding back—I’m almost certain—trying to lessen the hurt.

My extended wedding night couldn’t be any better than this. And I’m suddenly overcome with the need to guarantee he’ll always think the same.

On his next drive forward, I surprise him by meeting him halfway. “I won’t break. Don’t hold back.”

I cry out as he pins my arms over my head then fucks me in earnest, spearing me with his cock, claiming me whole.

His forehead touches mine and his breath becomes labored, as he drives home, his body shaking as he spills his seed inside me.

Could anything be more beautiful than this moment?

He lifts his head to stare down at me.

And then, with his cock still inside me and his seed seeping out of me, he kisses me with such passion, my toes curl.

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One thing in this unpredictable world we live in becomes quite clear as the day progresses—Hayden can’t keep his hands off me.

I’m showered and redressed in my red wedding dress when he enters the living room, stopping to look at me.

“Stasera sono tutta per te.”

“What does that mean?”

He’s on me and is hauling me into his arms before his gruff translation sinks in. “I’m so fucking hot for you.”

I’m carried to the door then pinned against it.

“What are you doing?”

I bounce as he repositions us, but my question is answered at the first touch of his fingers.

He growls. “No underwear?”

“You destroyed the only pair I had.”