“I…God, it’s so full, but it feels so good…” she murmurs as my hands tighten around her waist.
“Fuck, my sweet girl.” I murmur for her to relax while I caress her. I knead the flesh of her ass before her body adjusts to my girth, her virgin hold around my cock making me dizzy with need.
Pleasure loosens every muscle in her body as she gives in, the sweet intrusion of my cock filling her fully before I thrust slowly again.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I need to go slow, but I don’t know if I can.” I grit my teeth as my palms slide around her skin, pushing in deeper until I can’t fill any more of her.
I stop and take deep breaths as I knead at her ass cheeks before rocking. A low moan escapes her throat as the sensations grow overwhelming—twinges of desire mixed with the most delicious feeling of being alive for the first time.
“Sweet Lucy. No matter what I do, I can’t get enough of you. You feel so right, so perfect.” I thrust steadily as my fingers tug and massage her clit. Waves of pleasure unfurl from deep inside, causing her body to go limp and her eyelids to flutter closed on a soft moan. She whimpers and moans as the pleasure surges through her.
My thrusting speeds up before my fingers tighten on her ass cheeks as my whole body shudders. I groan, feeling my cock twitch and empty deep inside, my balls tightening with release as my chest heaves. My pumping finally slows and stops, and I lean over, caging her against me.
My palms smooth up her torso, tracing across her skin, causing goose bumps to form. I sigh and smile into her arm. “My favorite part is holding you after fucking you like an animal,” I whisper in her ear before I slowly pull out.
I relish the slow drag of my softening cock as I pull free, feeling sated for the first time…well, ever.
I tuck her under my arm and trail my fingertips along her shoulder with my nose buried in her hair. Her eyes flutter closed as I smell the scent of us mixing on her skin.
Lucy may not realize it yet, but she as good as owns me. Whether I like it or not, we’ve gone places together in the lastfew minutes I never imagined, and I love every filthy, beautiful second.
Lucy is mine.
Epilogue
Lucy
two months later
The mountains look like a painting this morning—soft, endless layers of blue and silver, pine trees dusted in fresh snow, the sky pale as porcelain. Devil’s Peak has never looked more like a postcard. Or maybe I’m biased, because today I’m standing inside a tiny cabin with my heart thundering in my chest while the entire town sets up outside for my wedding.
My wedding. To Ash Calder.
I press my palms to the windowpane and exhale, watching my breath fog the glass. Beyond the frosty blur, I catch flashes of red jackets—firefighters setting up rows of chairs in the snowy clearing. Twinkle lights already loop between tall pines. A white runner stretches down the aisle, sprinkled with crushed pink rose petals. Someone shouts something about “reinforcing the arch before Calder rips it out of the ground himself.”
I smile. Of course he’s stressing about structural integrity on our wedding day.
“Miss Lucy?” a small voice says.
I turn.
Holly stands in the doorway holding two baskets—one overflowing with petals and the other carrying something rattling inside it. She’s in a fluffy pink tulle dress, snow boots, and a sparkly heart-shaped headband. She looks like a Valentine’s Day cupcake brought to life.
My heart squeezes. “Hey, sweetheart. You look beautiful.”
She beams. “I get to be flower girlandring bearer. Uncle Ash said it’s because I’m the most responsible one in the family.”
I laugh. “He might not be wrong.”
She marches to me with the seriousness of a royal messenger. “I came to give you this.” She lifts the rattling basket. “The rings. But don’t tell Uncle Ash because he said he needed to keep them safe, but I told him it’s my job, not his job, and he said he’d only let me hold them for two minutes—so don’t tell him, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper, taking the tiny basket from her. “Our secret.”
She nods firmly and then gasps. “Oh! And you have to see the carriage.”
My eyebrows lift. “Carriage?”
She nods so hard her headband nearly flings off. “With horses. And bells. And blankets. Uncle Ash said it’s for your ‘grand exit.’”
