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One more tick to add to her tally. When I reach my bedroom, I move to the foot of my king-size bed and lean forward to crawl up the center until her head hits the pillows. Releasing her, I find the tie keeping her dress together and work it loose before spreading the sides wide so I can bask in the smooth, soft skin of her beautiful body. I saw it at the beach, but, as I said earlier, that was different. That was before I knew this body would be mine. That it will belong to me.
Skimming my fingers along her belly, I move to the center clasp of her bra. "For as long as we’re married, no one touches you but me, understand?"
An emotion I can't identify flicks across her face. "Does that go both ways?"
I’m a little taken aback that she's asking me this. "Of course." I narrow my eyes at her, my attitude cooling toward her once again. "I'm not a cheater, Valerie. I never have been. I never will be." I lean forward, bracing my hands at each side of her head as I hover over her, our eyes aligned. "Regardless of the reasons for it, this will be a legitimate marriage and I expect each of us to act like it." I don't know why I'm so angry at her. Her opinion of me shouldn't matter. She's made it clear this is a transactional arrangement. One where each of us gets something we desire.
And what I desire right now is to punish her—just a little—for believing the bullshit. I push up to my knees then reach down to snap the closure at the front of her bra open. Her large tits spill free, gravity distributing their pillowy weight in a way that tells me every inch of them is God-given.
And what a fucking gift. Unfortunately, giving them the attention I want goes against my current desire, and that’s to make Valerie sorry she doubted me.
In a quick move I relieve her of the lacy knickers shielding her cunt from my wrath. Once they're gone, I grip her behind the knees, splaying both legs wide as I drop my mouth to her body. I fucking love burying my face between a woman's thighs, but taking my own enjoyment will lead to hers, so I do my best to ignore how fucking wet she is and what that tells me about her opinions on sucking my cock, and go straight for her clit, locking my mouth against her flesh as I flick over it with my tongue. I work her up hard and fast, loving the way the muscles of her thighs flex under my hands as she gets close.
But right before she can come, I lift my head, staring up at her flushed face as she lets out an unladylike scoff. "What's wrong, Valerie?" I know what's wrong. It's about to be wrong again. And maybe a few times more.
Even filled with frustration, she’s bloody glorious to look at. Chest heaving, full breasts lifting to the ceiling with every lungful of air she sucks in. Dark hair tousled and splayed across my pillows. Small hands fisting the blanket beneath her back. I can't wait for the day I allow myself to fully enjoy this act the way I’d like.
But today is not that day.
"Are you desperate to come, Darling?"
She whimpers again and that fucking sound tempts me to put her out of her misery. "Yes."
"I don't know that I should let you come. You don't seem to believe your future husband is a good man." I try to keep my tone light but fail. I don't know why her opinion bothers me the way it does. None of this is real. I shouldn't give a fuck if she believes the same bullshit everyone else does.
Yet I do.
Valerie fights against my hold, so I grip her legs tighter, earning me another irritated scoff, and fuck me I find it adorable as hell in spite of how angry I am.
When she realizes I'm not going to relent, Valerie shoves up to her elbows, eyes flashing as they meet mine. "I wasn't asking because of you, Fynn."
I go still because there's an amount of venom in her words I wasn't expecting. "How could it possibly not be because of me?"
Val’s lower lip pinches between her teeth the way it does when she's working her way up to saying something she doesn't want to admit. "I was supposed to marry someone else." She takes a shaky breath. "I didn't want to, but felt like I had to." She swallows, the delicate line of her throat working with the action. "The morning of our wedding I found out he was in a relationship with another woman and intended to continue it."
Her admission leaves me with a host of questions. When did this happen? Why did she feel forced to marry him?
What’s his fucking name?
But the most perplexing one—why approach me if you thought I was just as bad as him?
But they’ll all have to wait, because I can admit when I'm wrong. And I can admit when my future wife deserves to come.
Valerie gasps when my mouth once again locks onto her body. Like last time, I skip all pretense, foregoing my own needs and wants, but this time it's because I don't deserve to get what I want. If I'm willing to punish her, then I should be equally willing to punish myself.
"Fynn." My name slips from her mouth, sliding free as her head drops back and her thighs lock at my ears.
This is the moment I love. The moment I crave. Feeling a woman come undone under my tongue. I almost like it more than the tight clench of a cunt around my dick.
And when Valerie jerks against me, crying out my name as I lave the hard nub of her clit, it might be the sweetest undoing I've ever caused.
She collapses to the bed, and I lick and suck my way up her body, pausing to draw each puckered nipple into my mouth before nuzzling against her ear. "What say you, Valerie? Have I earned my place as your future husband?"
She’s still breathing heavy, eyes closed, long lashes fanned against her fair skin. Her lips barely curve into a small smile. "I think you'll do."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
VALERIE
