Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Finally.
Finally.
Finally.
He carried her to the room at the end of the hall and went straight to the bed, his hands shaking as he laid her down. She was so damn precious to him. So damn precious, and for one moment he was consumed by fear.
What if she regretted this?
What if she still left him?
What if—-
“Marcus.”
He exhaled sharply, her soft voice breaking into his terror-stained reverie, and he found himself looking down into her trusting blue eyes. They had been beautiful when she was nineteen, but now those eyes of hers had been made breathtaking by the sheer depth of her love...for him.
The knowledge broke him, and lowering his body to cover hers, he kissed her, using his lips to convey the words that he didn’t yet feel he deserved to speak out loud.
Ti amo. I love you.
Ti amo, mia moglie. I love you, my wife.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and almost as if she had heard the words of his heart, she whispered against his lips, “I love you, Marcus.” He lifted his head, and she smiled shakily up at him. “And now for what I want to ask of you - don’t you think it’s time to claim your wife?”
Dark eyes burned down at hers. “Si.” It was just one word, but it had everything: love, tenderness, possessiveness, and a promise that he, too, was hers to claim.
There were no words after that, Anneke surrendering herself completely to his dominion as Marcus made swift work of their clothes. Soon, their bodies were naked against each other, and she moaned, loving the feel of their bare skin coming into contact.
It seemed as if she had been waiting for this her entire life, and a part of her still couldn’t believe that it was finally – finally – happening.
Marcus began to worship her entire body from head to toe, raining kisses over her face, sucking on her neck, devouring her breasts. All she could do was writhe and moan under him, wishing the torture would end but at the same time wishing it would last forever.
She buckled hard against him when he slung her legs over his shoulders and his mouth reached her pussy.
Marcus. Marcus. Marcus.
She couldn’t stop chanting his name as he devoured her most intimate flesh, and with every thrust of his tongue, her folds became slicker and creamier. His fingers found her swollen nub, and she gasped. His fingers started stroking the swollen flesh, and she gasped again—-
And then she couldn’t stop gasping, her orgasm suddenly taking over her body.
“Marcus!”
This time, it really was too much, and as her body shook with the strength of her orgasm, she tried pushing him away, no longer able to bear the relentlessly plunging motions of his tongue.
But instead of acquiescing and letting her catch her breath Marcus only withdrew—-
When he came back down a moment later, it was his long, thick, hard cock replacing his mouth.
“M-Marcus!” Shock turned her rigid as Anneke finally felt his cock plunge all the way inside of her.
And when his cock broke through the barrier of her virginity, she stiffened even more, her fingers digging deep into the panes of his back.
His dark eyes glittered down at her.
Finalmente.
She knew exactly what he meant, and she felt exactly the same.
Finally.
Closing her eyes, she pulled him closer to him, welcoming the entirety of his weight. Burrowing her face in the crook of his neck, she whispered, “I’m yours, Marcus.”
The words had him jerking above her, and a whimper escaped Anneke at the feel of his cock moving inside of her pussy. It made her flesh stretch, in a painful-pleasurable kind of way, and she wanted more.
“Mia moglie.” The words came out in a low, driven groan. “Mia moglie.” The second time, the words were spoken more fiercely, more possessively.
And then he started to move.
Marcus was careful to keep his thrusts slow and steady, not wanting to cause her more pain than what she had already experienced after the loss of her virginity. Cold sweat beaded the edges of his face as he fought against the urge to drive deeper and faster – harder – into her, but instead of helping him hold on to his self-control, Anneke seemed hell-bent on making him lose it instead.
He felt her mouth moving up the side of her face and said warningly, “Anneke—-”
Her tongue licked the curve of his ear.
Fuck.
His control snapped.
He began pounding into her, the way he wanted to, and when her mewling cries began to fill the room, he knew it was exactly what she wanted, too. The knowledge destroyed what little control he had left, and Marcus’ movements became even wilder.
He found himself flipping Anneke to her stomach and then driving his cock back into her from behind—-
She arched with a long moan. “Too deep!”
His hands tightened around her waist. “No, bambina. It’s not deep enough.” And he proved it was so, this time plunging his cock all the way down.