Page 59 of Feral
Chapter 36
Jacob
Weeks turn into months and I can't put it off any longer.
I knew she’d be mine from the very first moment I laid my eyes on her but I need to make her mine on paper too.
There’s no point in delaying it anymore.
“Marry me, Gemma,” I whisper on a chilly afternoon, kneeling before her as she sits on the living room sofa. She stops knitting when I reach out and take her hands in mine, holding her tightly. I watch her glowing eyes as they fill with tears and when she pushes the thread of yarn away trying to maneuver me out of this position, knowing how strenuous it is for me to be bent at the knee, I know I couldn’t have chosen a better woman to spend the rest of my life with.
“Yes, Jacob! I thought you'd never ask!”
“How did I ever get so lucky, huh?”
It still feels like it was only yesterday she was knocking on my door, looking all kinds of hot and bothered.
“Being wickedly persistent gave you major points,” she teases and we both break into laughter. “And let’s not forget you’re an old pervert, too. Sending me away only to boldly proposition me a little later. If I wasn’t so desperate to get that god-awful stench from my dive in the swamp off me, you’d probably have seen the last of me that night.”
“I think I may have scared you a little too much, little girl. You were so hell-bent on getting as far away from me as possible, it was kind of ironic how you came rushing right into my arms in the end.”
“Well, your little girl is ovulating if this old man wants to do anything about it. I have a feeling this time is going to be the one.”
“You are? Why are we still talking then?Allons,pichouette!There's nothing more I'd like than to put a baby inside of you. One that will have your eyes. Your smile.”
“Don't forget my wits, old man.”
“Absolutely,mon cher.It's your wit that drew me to you in the first place.”
She nudges my arm, laughing. “Oh, yeah?”
“What did you think made me fall for you, sweetheart? Certainly not your looks.”
Her laughter is contagious and I can't help myself.
I push her on her back and bring my mouth down on hers hard, tasting her sweetness until our breaths come out as one and our heartbeat rings through our ears. Grinding my hips into hers, so she can feel me growing, she welcomes my tongue into her warm mouth, sending a wildfire of searing flames racing through me.
“I can’t wait to make you a real daddy,” she says, melting my heart and hardening my cock into steel.
I grab her hands, pin them above her head, and kiss her again.
I kiss her like I’ve never kissed a woman before and she clings to me, to my every breath.
My every move.
I kiss her until we are both breathless, panting with desire.
And then I fuck her because that’s what I do.
I fuck her like I’ve never fucked her before, like an animal in the wild, feral and untamed.
I fuck her because the need to breed her now consumes me from the inside.
I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow because, who knows, this might very well be our last day on this earth.
And I want to spend it right here, on this remote wetland, making her remember how she’s mine, now and forever.
The End
