Page 33 of Kidnapped Bride

I thrusted my fingers deeper, thumb pressing firm circles on her clit. “Then tell me to stop.”

She didn’t though. Instead she reached down and shoved my boxers down just enough to free my cock. Her hand wrapped around me and I hissed at the sudden heat. She stroked me impatiently, like she was angry at my dick for existing.

“You’re so hard,” she muttered.

“Because of you.”

She pumped me faster, thumb swiping over my head, spreading the precum that was already leaking. I kept working her with my fingers, matching her rhythm, until she was trembling and clenching around me.

“I’m close,” she admitted, like it was a confession she didn’t want to make.

“Come for me first.”

She shook her head, stubborn even now. “Oh, God…"

I curled my fingers harder, pressed my thumb down firmer. “Now," I said again.

Her back bowed off the bed and she exploded into a broken cry, pulsing around my fingers, thighs shaking. I kept stroking her through it, drawing it out until she was whimpering and trying to push my hand away from oversensitivity. But it was too good, she was too slick and wet.

When I pulled my fingers free and shoved her boxers down her legs, she kicked them off the rest of the way, then reached for me again, guiding my cock to her entrance.

I braced one hand beside her head and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of me as I sank. She was tight and so fucking wet I had to lock my jaw to keep from slamming all the way in, though it was what I wanted to do. When I bottomed out she let out a long, shaky moan and her nails dug into my back.

“Move,” she ordered hastily.

I pulled back and thrust in again, harder this time. The sound she made was pure sin, and she met every stroke, hips rising to take me deeper. Her legs locked around me, heels digging into my ass like she was trying to fuse us together, which only angled her pelvis upward so I could go deeper.

“Harder,” she demanded, even as tears of overwhelming pleasure leak from the corners of her eyes.

"Shit, you're incredible. This body was made for me."

I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her harder, the bed creaking under us, skin slapping against skin. Every thrust dragged a new sound from her throat—moans, curses, my name. And I leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her cries as I ground against her clit with every stroke. She was clawing at my back, biting my shoulder, anything to keep from admitting how much she needed this.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growled against her mouth.

“I hate you so bad,” she sobbed, clenching around me. But in the next breath she whispered, "More… So close…"

I shifted the angle, dragging along her front wall, which made her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open in a silent scream. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

I fucked her through another orgasm with her walls fluttering and squeezing me so tight I almost lost it right there. But I held on, wanting to push her higher, wanting to hear her break completely.

When she came down she was shaking, tears streaking her temples, but her hips never stopped moving with mine.

“I hate you for this,” she whimpered, but her body said the opposite, pulling me deeper, fluttering around my cock like she never wanted me to leave.

The feeling of her coming around me was too much. Pleasure coiled tight at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, every muscle locking as I chased my own release. And when it came, it was worth it.

I glided in and out of her feeling my dick pulsing, dumping every drop I had into her body. She was so perfect, so very incredible. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I stooped to kiss her and this time she didn't push me away at all. The kiss was soft and lingering, the way those kisses she gave me our first time were. I was almost convinced we could have this permanently, but things were so messy I didn’t know if she'd ever forgive me.

I pulled out, dropping to the mattress beside her as she shoved the hair off her face, and I curled around her, pinning her to my body again. She was still catching her breath when I decided now was the time to tell her my new plan. Maybe that was poor timing, but I'd never been good at waiting for some perfect moment when I already knew what I wanted.

"I want you to marry me."

Kira went very still beside me. Her hand was resting on my chest and I felt her fingers curl slightly, like she was deciding whether to pull away or dig in.

"What?" she asked with a hoarse voice.

"Marry me. As soon as I can arrange it."