Impatient to claim what was nowlegallymine, I removed my fingers and moved into position, then teased his hole with the head of my cock.
Shep’s thighs trembled as I palmed his ass cheek and spread him wide, then I pushed inside of him with one hard thrust.
It was like sinking inside of heaven. A place I would happily spend eternity in.
Shep was hot and tight, and I fit inside like he was made for me. Something I was truly starting to believe. It was as though we were two pieces to the same puzzle, fitting inside the other one when the other needed it, each complementing the other’s body.
A low growl rumbled out of my gorgeous husband as he got used to the intrusion—then he started to move.
A slow, lazy rock of his hips had him sliding along my length before he changed course and pushed back. I grabbed hold of his hips, allowing him to set the languid pace, knowing that once he found and hit the right spot?—
“Oh,fuckyes.”
That was the one.
Shep’s arms bunched as he tightened them around the pillow under his head, his body clutching at mine as though the idea of letting it go would be a fate worse than death. But he had nothing to worry about. I wasn’t going anywhere.
The extreme pleasure of being buried inside of him confirmed that.
Fire licked through my veins as I began to move in and out of him, keeping time with his ever-increasing pace, understanding he was feeling the rush of desire as hot and fierce as I was now, as he chased the ultimate pleasure. The one that was right there, within our reach.
My toes curled as I sank inside him again and again, then I reached under him to grip his cock, giving it several rough pulls as I continued to tunnel in and out of him.
“That’s right, Mr.Rinaldi?—”
“Oh God…”
“—I want to feel you come. Want to watch myhusbandfall apart while I’m deep inside him.”
Shep groaned, his dick jerking in my hand as his ass clamped like a vise around mine. Then he buried his face in the pillow and roared like a madman as he came all over my hand and sheets.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling as possessive as I did right then over someone, over what wasmine. As Shep collapsed down onto the bed, I followed, bringing my hands up to find his, lace them by his head, and hold him in place.
I flicked my tongue over his lobe as I remained fully lodged inside him, and when he turned his head to meet my lips, I began to roll my hips.
In and out. Up and down. I massaged my dick with his ass until I was rutting against him, getting myself off inside of him, until finally it was too much. That was when all of the feelings I’d felt today finally came to a head, and I exploded inside of him in a hot, sticky rush of emotion.
I curled my fingers around his and drew our arms in close as I snuggled into Shep’s back.
“I’m the luckiest prince ever.”
Shep’s body vibrated under mine as he hummed in pleasure. “Got your happily-ever-after, huh?”
I pressed a kiss to his cheek and closed my eyes, reveling in the warm aftermath of our pleasure. “Sure did, and you know what?”
“What?” he asked, his voice sleepy from the whiskey and sex.
“Turns out it’s even better than what’s in the books.” And it was.
Shepard O'Neil Winchester the third—now Rinaldi—was my husband. It was official.
And didn’t that make me the luckiest prince in the entire fucking world?
31
SHEP
“I’M NEVER DRINKING again.” Theo’s slurred words against my stomach were what finally broke through the heavy sleep that had me feeling like my body was pinned down by some unexplained force.
