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"Tell me you’ll never leave me," he ordered as his thrusts sped up.
"Never. I promise,” I gasped.
"Good girl," he purred as his fingers dipped into my core, fucking me with the same rhythm as the push and pull of his dick in my ass.
My vision was blurry, and I realized it was because there were tears streaming down my face, the euphoria of everything breaking me open. I felt closer to him in that moment than I'd ever thought possible. And what was building inside of me was a stronger sensation than I'd ever experienced, like lightning running through my veins.
"Fuck, your ass is choking me," he said through gritted teeth as he rutted into me. "Come for me, sunshine. Give me what I want, because I'm so close, and I'm not coming without you."
He fucked into me harder, and that little extra bite of pain sent me soaring, the edges of my vision darkening until there was just a pinprick of light visible as every single nerve ending in my body exploded with pleasure.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” were the last things I heard as the world faded around me.
I didn't realize I'd passed out until I woke up lying next to him under the cool sheets. He was propped up on one arm, his gaze grazing my skin, his finger trailing down my side. I moaned and moved, realizing how achy I felt. Which was expected when you let a nine inch rod up your ass.
"How long have I been out?" I murmured dreamily, stretching languidly. It had been so long since I’d felt any…peace.
And that was all I felt right then. That and overwhelming, starry eyed, obsessed love.
"Thirty minutes or so," he said. “Just enough for me to clean the both of us up.”
I nodded, not feeling concerned about it at all. Everything inside of me knew that I was safe with him.
Plus, we were already married, so there wasn’t much else he could do to surprise me.
“I’m fucking exhausted,” he admitted. “But I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared this is all going to be a dream and I’m going to wake up with you still hating me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. Because even after everything he had done, I had so much to apologize for too.
“I couldn’t love you like you deserved when I hated myself so much,” I admitted. And it was the truth. Hating yourself was hard work. It was hard to find room for anything else.
“And how’s that going?” he murmured, his finger moving to my cheek as he softly brushed against my skin.
“It’s a work in progress. Maybe it will always be a work in progress. Maybe I’ll always have some sort of sadness or self-loathing trying to suck me in. It’s just…I’m not going to let it anymore. I deserve better than that.Youdeserve better than that.”
“I stand by my opinion that I’ve always thought you were perfect, no matter what.” He seemed fascinated by the answering tear that slid down my cheek.
“And I love you for that, but I’m ready to see what I—we can be like without me constantly getting in the way.”
“I’m here for you no matter what. But I want you to know that I’ve fallen in love with every part of you. There’s nothing you could do or say or be…that I wouldn’t still want.”
Was it possible to die from happiness? Because when he said those sorts of things, he meant them. He really saw something inside me that I never could.
He really was my soulmate.
Just then, my stomach growled, and he snorted before sitting up. My gaze got caught on those incredible abs of his, and I worked on controlling my drool.
That was my husband.
Crap. That was the first time I’d really said that in my head. I’d been too scared of it.
The feeling was great. Better than great. Magical.
Ari Lancaster was mine in every way possible and there was nothing anyone could do about it. It was like I had stumbled upon my own personal miracle.
Mrs. Lancaster.
I also liked the sound of that.
