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No, she couldn’t move. No matter how wet she was, how close to climax, this position made him feel like a monster wedged inside her body. If she so much as clenched around him, she’d pop off like a rocket.
“Someone’s shy?” He tsked playfully and reached down to strum his thumb over her clit. “That’s okay, Jenna. Relax and trust me.”
Quivering, her mouth dropped open. He didn’t play fair. If he kept this up, she’d come. If she wriggled to avoid his touch, she’d come. He had her over a barrel, one way or the other.
“Baby steps,” he coaxed. And killed her with a flick of his nail over her sensitive bud.
The scream took her by surprise, her brain turning static as her hips jerked and inner muscles clamped down on his shaft with rhythmic squeezes. Her body danced to its own tune, chasing the orgasm as it took her down in a hit-and-run.
Connor’s hands stroked down her ribs to her hips, then around to grip the globes of her butt. He urged her to lift and fall, his cock spearing deep, sliding out to the wide crown. “Fuck, Jenna. Just like that, baby. Just like that.”
“I can’t. Daddy, I can’t.” Delirious with pleasure, she was sure she was dying. All the pretty lights and the way her heart pumped blood through her veins at lightning speed had to be indicative of the heavens calling. “It’s too much!”
They rolled again and she stared into an angel’s eyes as his arms pushed her legs higher, wider. She orgasmed viciously, tightening around the throbbing length in her core, moaning in delight when Connor growled her name and filled her with heat.
“I think it’s safe to say we’ve consummated the marriage,” Connor said wryly once he caught his breath. He kissed and nuzzled at her throat gently, teasing her oversensitive skin with each brush of his stubble and lips. “All mine now, baby.”
Her lips curved slowly. “I’ve always been yours.”
“I think you have. I think you were always meant to come here, to find me. IknowI was put here to love you.” His mouth covered hers, stealing her breath again. “I can’t thank God enough for sending you to me.”
He was such a softie. They were squashed together deliciously, still joined by Connor’s flagging erection and copious amounts of sweat and fluids after sex hot enough to reawaken every ache in her body, and her husband offered thanks for all the heartbreak and pain she’d put him through in the last six months.
Softie.
Whatever hand of fate had intervened in her life to send her to this man needed a standing ovation. Gritting her teeth, Jenna lifted her hand to his shoulder and bore down, forcing her fingers to do something, anything. Was it so impossible to ask them to move normally, to let her stroke his skin, trail over his muscles?
But he was here, wasn’t he? She might not be able to cuddle and stroke the way she wished, but they weretogether. They were man and wife, and she got to spend every day of her life with him until her heart stopped beating.
She had everything she’d ever wanted.
“When I stumbled into the bar,” she said quietly, “I was so scared. Faces everywhere, strangers and wolves. Among them all was you. One serene face in the sea of animosity. Then you stood up for me, you protected me, and that was it. You became the one I could trust, the one person in my pitiful, solitary existence who didn’t want me dead or naked or begging. Even when we were here and I had panic attacks, you never gave up on me.” Her voice cracked. “You’ve been my one since the night we met, Connor.”
“Baby, that won’t ever change.”
“I love you so much.” She threw her all into the words; heart, body, soul. She didn’t have his way with poetry, the beauty of the spoken word, but she needed him to understand. “I’m nothing without you.”
“Bullshit. You were a strong, brave woman without me, Jenna. The man doesn’t make a woman—she makes him. Fuck going back downstairs,” he decided. “It’s our wedding day. I’m going to show you just how much a woman defines her man.”
As he moved inside her again, showed her just exactly what he meant, the love he gave her without words left her speechless.
Epilogue
Deep in the woods, a small campfire burned, casting shadows over the man sitting in its warmth. Once a proud man, a man with dreams and ideas of changing the world for the better, he no longer held any of those pretty things in his hands.
A shadow of his former self, he had nothing left.
His mentor was dead. Perhaps not the greatest loss, and it certainly saved him the job of disposing of the arrogant prick, but Sire had been an influential element of his life for a long time. Two decades of tutoring and learning from the best in how to train, torture, brainwash and kill.
He flipped through the file in his hands. The life and chronicles of Iverson Ford, once one of Billings’ finest police detectives and a man the police academy deemed one of their most successful instructors.
Everything had changed, first when Iverson took a bullet, and then he met Deborah. Post-recovery, the easy-going instructor had stopped meeting with his friends from work, spending more and more time at home. He’d turned down opportunities for training, lectures, and quickly lost his footing on the ladder rung to promotion.
His friends had never figured out whether it was the shooting or the woman who had changed Ford so completely. Whichever one it was, he hadn’t become a better man.
It had gotten worse after they married.
The man in the firelight sneered at the papers in his grasp. Just his luck he’d been the one to answer the call the night the domestic disturbance was reported. Just his luck he’d been the one summoned to Ford’s residence to witness the brutality and the sheer beauty of what Ford had reduced Debbie into.
