I moan, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusts deep, his cock filling my core. Each stroke drives into me, hard and unyielding, stretching my pussy, hitting every nerve with brutal precision. My body rocks beneath him, sweat-slick, the bed creaking under our weight, the air heavy with our heat. His hips slam against mine, each thrust deeper, claiming me completely, pleasure spiking through my veins like wildfire.
“Fuck, Bonnie,” he groans, eyes locked on mine, dark and intense. “So tight, taking me so deep.”
I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, my pussy clenching around him, greedy for more. His cock plunges into my core, relentless, each movement sending shock waves of pleasure radiating through me.
My breath hitches, my body trembling as he fucks me raw, his rhythm punishing, splitting me open with every thrust. His hand slides to my clit, rubbing fast, and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming, building like a storm in my blood.
“Love fucking you,” he murmurs, lips grazing my neck, teeth nipping my skin. “This pussy’s mine, Bonnie.”
My moans grow louder, desperate, as he drives deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot, making my vision blur. Pleasure coils tight, wild and ferocious, and my orgasm erupts, swift and shattering, a molten surge tearing through my core. I scream his name, my pussy pulsing, gripping him tight as waves of ecstasy rip me apart, wetness flooding between us.
He groans, thrusts erratically, and comes hard, spilling inside me.
We collapse, breathless, my body trembling against his.
“You okay?” he murmurs into my hair.
“More than okay.” I trace patterns on his chest. “That was…”
“Yeah.” After a pause, he says, “Bonnie?”
“Mm?”
“I meant what I said before. About feeling the same way.” His hand runs through my hair. “This isn’t just a strategy for me anymore. Maybe it never was.”
I lift my head to look at him. “Really?”
“Really.” He kisses my forehead. “You’re stuck with me now. For better or worse, remember?”
“I remember.” I settle back against his chest. “Those were good vows, by the way. The whole ‘beside you, not in front of you’ thing.”
“I meant every word.” His arms tighten around me. “You’re not property, Bonnie. Not mine, not anyone’s. You’re my partner. My wife. My equal.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them back. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me fall for you even harder, and I’m trying to pace myself.”
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Don’t pace yourself. Fall as hard as you want. I’ll catch you.”
14
TITAN
Iwake up at six AM with a headache and regrets.
The headache is from too much whiskey at the wedding reception. The regrets are harder to pin down, but they’re there, sitting in my chest like a rock.
I roll out of bed and head downstairs in search of coffee and maybe some food to soak up the lingering alcohol in my system. I’m halfway to the kitchen when I see them.
Bonnie sits on Ash’s lap at one of the common room tables. Her arms loop around his neck, his hands rest on her hips, and they’re kissing like they’ve got all the time in the world.
I stop dead.
It’s not like I didn’t know they got married yesterday. I was there. Stood beside Ash when he said his vows, watched him kiss her after they were pronounced husband and wife.
But seeing them now, alone in the morning light, Bonnie wearing his T-shirt and nothing else…something twists in my gut.
