Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I move faster, confidence and this feeling of desire sweeping through me. I push him back, and Hamish growls, his eyes flashing as he drops back against the rug, his eyes locked on me as his hands slide to my hips.
“Like that, my little queen,” he groans, nodding as I start to move. “Ride me, love. Ride that thick cock until you come for me. Show me how wild you can be, my fierce little firebrand.”
I cry out, my hips rolling as I start to move on him. I rise and fall, sliding up and down his thickness, feeling my lips clinging to him as I take him to the hilt over and over. Heat surges through me, my entire body trembling with raw desire as I start to fall. I ride him up and down, moving faster and moaning louder, until slowly, I know I’m going to explode for him.
His hands dig into me, his swollen cock plunging in and out of my slick, pink pussy—claiming me, taking me, making me his, even if I’m the one riding him.
“Fuck that big cock, angel,” he hisses, jaw rippling as his muscles tense. His eyes never leave mine as we start to fall together.
“Now,” he growls, fire blazing in his eyes. “Come for me, little queen. Come for me now and come for me forever.”
My hips slam down against him, the fire exploding through me as I throw my head back and let go. My hair tumbles over my face, my breath catches, and my hands slide up to cup my own breasts, pinching my nipples as I go crashing over the edge. I scream in pleasure, my hips a blur as I bounce on his beautiful cock while the orgasm thunders through me.
Hamish roars, grabbing my hips and thrusting his cock deep inside of me. I feel him swell up so big, and when I feel the thick, hot ropes of his seed splashing inside of me, I cry out as I throw my arms around his neck and crush my mouth to his.
“I love you,” I pant, breathless against his chest as we lie there sweating and trembling in front of the fire.
“And I, you,” he growls, stroking my back.
“You really don’t mind that I’m…” my lips twist. “Well, that I won’t be proper?”
He chuckles deeply, the sound rumbling through me as he strokes my back.
“I don’t want you proper,” he growls into my lips. “I want you as wild as the fire in your hair and between your thighs.”
I blush, biting my lip as I look down into his eyes.
“And that will never change, love. Stay wild. Say unproper, whatever that means. I never wanted a wife who would just smile and nod. I want you to question me. I want you to challenge me. I want it all, Una—every part of who you are.”
I moan softly as I kiss him hungrily, our lips sealing together before I pull back with a small smile.
“Even my books?”
“Even your books,” he chuckles.
“Even the…” I blush. “Even the dirty ones?”
“Especially the dirty ones,” he growls hungrily, his arm stretching out to the side table near us and plucking the book he gave me earlier from it.
“In fact, I’d like to hear some of it right now. I believe we left off at the part where the count was…”
I blush fiercely.
“About to take her in the horse stables,” I whisper heatedly, swallowing as I remember the scene we paused at before. Heat floods my face and between my legs.
“Read, little queen,” Hamish purrs, kissing me slowly. “Read to me.”
And so, I do, the words teasing over both of us as the firelight flickers across our skin. Until the words get to be too much, the book gets tossed away, and we relive the scene right there on the floor.
Epilogue
Una
I never imagined being married, or married life. Mostly because I never expected there to ever be a man who’d… well, who’d want to put up with me. Me and my stubbornness, and my “headstrong” nature. But then, I met the man I never saw coming. The man who wanted me for me. The man who saw me, wanted me, took me, and married me. The man who showed me the world.
The man who every day makes sure I know how much he loves me, and who every day kindles more of that fire inside of me.
It’s our very own fairytale ending, and I couldn’t have asked for a better one if I wrote it myself.
And of course, we aren’t the only ones who found happy endings after the attack the day after the wedding. Ailith with the incriminating kiss marks on her neck? Cat with her uncharacteristically flustered dodging? And Rhona, who looked like she’d either seen a ghost or maybe just kissed one?