Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I'm so fucking ready to carry them to bed.
“Here, darling. You do the honors. Read the last line...” I pass the book, sliding an arm around her shoulder.
“And all this because the sun maiden shared her happy kiss, her light. The moon grew full, and he shared his light, too. Every time the earth looked up, it trembled, no longer lost, alone, or afraid in the dark.” She closes it slowly, giving me a soft smile.
Goddamn, she still looks ravishing in white. I put the book on the nightstand, flick out the light, and lead her by the hand into the hall.
I'm about to close the door when there's a soft, tiny murmur from the bed. “So happy, daddy. Like you happy. Make mama stay.”
I stop and stare. Totally off guard. Slowly, I turn, wondering if Red just heard what I did.
Red lays her soft, warm cheek against my neck, whispering into the room. “I'm here for good, honeybee. Here, with daddy, is where I'll always stay.”
Smiling, her door clicks shut, and then we disappear behind ours. We'll have a proper honeymoon in Florida next week. I've promised my little girl manatee time, fresh OJ, and plenty of sun. Maybe even a Disney trip.
All the things that make up heaven after a life changing winter.
Of course, my patience is wearing thin. I've never had it in heaping quantities to begin with. I'm not waiting for our flight on Monday, or for the swanky hotel I've reserved on the ocean, to consummate this marriage.
Tonight, I'm carrying my wife, my woman, my love straight to the sky.
I'm taking her just like the moon in that story, basking in her light, and wrapping every steel inch of me in pink perfection.
15
Happily Ever One (Sadie)
My husband strips me naked before his hands are even on my dress. It's his eyes.
Never has he looked so hungry.
Never have I felt so bare.
Never, ever have I wanted him in me so bad while feeling like a total virgin. Not even our first time together, when he actually claimed my V-card.
This is better. This is more.
Holy hell. Marshal cups my face, bringing his lips to mine for what seems like the hundredth time today. It's incredible how his kiss grows sweeter.
It's slower, harder, dirtier. It lights new fires under my skin, makes me fall into him.
Maybe it's because we finally have all the time in the world for each other. I'm ready to relish every second.
I kiss him back harder, urging him on. It doesn't take much.
Marshal's hands grip mine, rough and thick and delicious as always. They travel my body like an explorer marking territory, taking what's his, and always seeking more. His shoulders go on forever. His huge inked chest rumbles against mine when he speaks, raising my blood a few more degrees.
“You ready for your husband's cock?” he growls, a raw spark in his eye that says, you'd better be, beautiful.
“Hell yeah.” I throw my hips into his, tracing his bulge, even through our clothes.
It's almost a shame to lose his suit and tie. I love his rough everyday charm, the jeans and flannel, but the change of pace is even hotter. He's a class act, more like a distinguished prince than a former soldier and bootstrapping mechanic, dressed to dazzle.
Oh, but I know how wrong I am for missing the suit once our clothes fall in hurried fistfuls. If it wasn't obvious with just one look, his stubble would tell me. It races against my skin, prickly as ever, fanning my lust.
There's nothing delicate in his full naked glory. He's my beast, furious and filthy mouthed, inked and hard and always in control.
A rough push is all it takes to put me on the edge of the bed. He growls into my skin, lips marauding downward, fingers perched between my legs, teasing my pussy. The tingle that's been there since this evening becomes an itch, and then a roar.
“Fuck my fingers, Red. Fuck them till I decide you're done.” He pushes two stiff fingers into me. Holding his thumb just away from my clit, I buck into him, madness descending a little more every second I'm missing his cock.
His tongue helps distract me for a few minutes. His face dives between my legs. Licks come tense, quick, unrelenting. They sweep up as my legs buckle, and the crushing fire inside me explodes.
“Marshal, yes!”
Yes.
Oh, hell, I'm coming. Just like he wants me to: hot, forced, and totally his.
Marshal's tongue takes my pussy apart with every lick. He turns me inside out, teases my inner heat, makes every whimper spilling out meld into one long beg.
Please, please fuck me.
It seems like I'm coming forever before my body lets my senses work again.
We've changed positions. He's put me on all fours, pushed my ass up prone, gripping each cheek in his rebel hands.