"Look at me," I demanded, waiting until he turned his head, his eyes finding mine over his shoulder. I wanted to see his face for this—needed to witness the pleasure I was about to give him with my fully recovered body.
I pushed into him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. The tight heat of him enveloped me as I began to move, my hands gripping his hips with fingers that would surely leave marks. The thought of him bearing my imprints only intensified my desire.
"Julian," he gasped, his voice breaking on my name. "God, you feel—"
"I know," I whispered, leaning forward to press my chest against his back, my lips finding his ear. "I feel it too."
Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, finding a synchronicity that seemed impossible given how new thisposition was for us. Yet it felt like coming home—like this was how we were always meant to be.
I slid one hand around to grasp him, stroking in time with my thrusts. His head fell back against my shoulder, throat exposed in primal surrender as sounds of pleasure escaped him without restraint.
"That's it," I encouraged, my lips tracing the curve of his neck. "Let me hear you."
Our bodies glistened with sweat in the moonlight as we moved from wall to bed to floor, exploring positions that had been impossible before my recovery.
I took him on his back, his legs over my shoulders, watching his face as pleasure overtook him. I took him on his knees, my chest pressed to his back, one hand braced on the bed while the other stroked him to completion. I took him straddling my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed, our bodies face to face, as close as two people could possibly be.
Throughout it all, I whispered to him—praise, promises, the words I'd held back for too long.
"I love you," I finally said against his lips as we reached our peak together, the admission torn from me in a moment of perfect vulnerability. "Every sarcastic, stubborn, perfect inch of you."
His blinding smile met mine as he responded breathlessly, "Took you long enough to admit it."
We collapsed onto the bed, limbs entangled, both of us panting and spent. Connor's head found its place on my chest, his ear pressed against my thundering heart.
My fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, savoring the weight of him against me, the cooling sweat on our skin, the lingering tremors of pleasure still occasionally rippling through us both.
As my breathing steadied, a profound realization settled over me. My greatest achievement wasn't regaining my ability to walk—miraculous as that was. It wasn't the billions I'd amassed, or the company I'd built, or even bringing down Harris and those who had betrayed us.
My greatest achievement was finding Connor. This stubborn, beautiful man who had crashed into my life and refused to leave, who had seen past my walls and my wheelchair to the person beneath. Who had chosen me as thoroughly as I had chosen him.
"Yes," he said suddenly, his voice soft but certain against my chest.
I blinked, momentarily confused. "Yes what?"
He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his eyes clear and sincere in the moonlight. "Yes to everything. The ceremony, the honeymoon, the world at my feet." His lips curved into a smile. "Though after that performance, I think I'm the one who should be worshiping at yours."
I laughed, pure joy bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me, and pulled him close for another kiss—the first of countless more to come in our new beginning.
~ The End ~
The Marriage Clause
Marriage Mayhem 8
~ Jackson ~
If I married my deceased father's husband, I inherited the entire family fortune. If I didn't, everything was donated to charity and I didn't receive a single penny. You'd think the choice would be easy, but it wasn't. I didn't want to get married and I certainly didn't want to marry the same man my father had married...Until I met Daniel and then everything changed.
~ Daniel ~
I was born into darkness and never saw a glimmer of light until a kind older man decided to protect me. He was my beacon, keeping the monsters at bay. When he died, the light started to go out. As my hope slowly began to fade, his son stepped through the darkness like a glowing flame. I thought I'd been saved once again. Little did I know my nightmare was just beginning. Themonsters were real and they wanted to keep me. If I couldn't convince Jackson to protect me, I knew they'd win this time and I'd lose my light forever.
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Story Excerpt
"Jackson Wyatt, I thought you were dead."
