Page 61 of Always and Forever
I take her hand in mine and revel in the sight of the ring that marks her as mine.
Lifting her hand to my mouth, I kiss each finger but linger on the symbol of our union.
Mine!
Stepping closer behind her, my arms circle her, pulling her closer. Her head tilts to the side, allowing me access to her delicate neck. I let my warm breath feather against her ear and a shiver runs through my angel’s body.
A smile spreads across my face. I love the effect I have on her.
My hands glide over her shoulders and up into her hair, pulling out the pins holding her golden locks away from her face. Methodically, I remove them one by one, all the while Ella is leaning against me, purring like a contented kitten.
I spin her to face me, cupping her beautiful face.
Ocean blue eyes lift to mine and for long seconds, I allow myself to get lost in their depths. Our souls click into place. It feels so familiar… like this has happened countless times before. Perhaps it really has.
I feel her everywhere.
Her essence surrounds and permeates me.
I want to merge with everything that she is.
I brush my lips against hers, and she lets out a needy moan, clawing at my shirt to bring me closer.
She claims all my air as I bury my hands in her long tresses to hold her in place.
Ella lets go of my shirt and weaves her fingers into my hair, pulling and tucking as if anchoring herself. It’s more than fine by me.
I love how she rakes my scalp with her nails as I flick my tongue against hers in this dance we’ve indulged in countless times before. But it’s never enough… it only feeds my hunger.
A needy whimper escapes her.
Damn. I need her too.
My fingers find the zipper of her dress and pull it down, while hers trace my body until they reach the waistband of my trousers, untucking my shirt and thermals and slipping underneath my clothes.
I shiver as she makes contact with my bare skin, and I sense her smile against my lips.
Yes, angel. You affect me just as much as I do you.
Her hands roam over my body. I love the impatience she fails to hide.
“I want you so much… husband,” she whispers, and I don’t even try to suppress the groan leaving my throat at that one word.
Husband.
“Say it again,” I order, my voice gruff as I push her dress off her shoulders and let it slip to our feet.
Ella beams at me, in her thick layer of thermals. Good thing she listened to at least one of my requests.
Licking her lips, she all but moans, “Husband.”
Like an adolescent boy, my cock swells, ready to explode.
I take a deep breath and stare out the window to calm down while my bride strips off her long johns, leaving her in a seductive, white lingerie set.
Fuck me!
A respite is not in sight. She’s derailing all my plans.
