"You're taking me so well," he whispers in my ear. "Your tight cunt is perfect. Just for me."
"Yes!"
"Only mine." He thrusts his hips upward, and a sharp heat shoots into my gut. “Only mine, forever!”
He lowers his mouth to my tits and takes a nipple in his mouth. His thrusts are so fast now, there's a slick smacking sound between us.
"This will be quick," he says against my skin. "I'm too starved for you. But there will be more. I'm fucking you raw before this night is over."
His fingers reach my clit, and he starts flicking rapidly. I scream as pleasure crashes over me in a burst of fireworks.
Oh God, I love this man.
I love him, and he’s mine.
"That's my girl." His words come in as though from far away. "Come for me."
I collapse against him and he lets out a loud roar before falling onto the bed and bringing me with him. We lie in a tangled mess of limbs and labored breaths.
"God, Amy," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "This is only the beginning. I have so much planned. So much I've dreamed of."
I turn to face him, and our noses brush.
“How could you have plans already?”
He frowns incredulously. “Did you hear my speech tonight, little love? I've adored you for years. I've watched you anddreamed of being a part of your life. I have a whole list of things I want to do."
How could this be true? For years, I’ve disdained and ignored him, and all the while he wanted me.
Only me.
I guarded my heart too preciously to ever allow him to touch it. But not anymore. I’m going to give him everything.
"Tell me your plans,” I whisper.
A grin spreads over his face. "This summer, I’m taking you to Europe." His fingers trace idle patterns on my arm. “There's this Jane Austen tour I looked up?—"
"Oh my God," I nearly shout. "You really have thought about this."
"Hell yeah, I have." He strokes my cheek with his rough, callused fingers. "We'll see everything—the English countryside and her home. It's all about her life and work."
The depth of his love overwhelms me. I turn around to bury my head in his pillow, and my tears soak the pillowcase.
"Are you crying?" His voice is full of disbelief.
"Yes, I'm crying." I turn around and let him see my face. There will be no secrets between us.
Never again.
"No one has ever…" I wipe my eyes with the pads of my fingers. "You know me so well. I've looked up those tours too. I knew I could never afford one anytime soon. I couldn’t even do it DIY. It was a bucket-list dream. Something I dreamed about doing someday."
A triumphant smile spreads over his face. "We're doing it. This summer, it's you, me, and Jane Austen."
Tears start streaming down my face, but I refuse to look away. He needs to know how much this means to me.
"Shh," he hushes gently, his thumb brushing away another rogue tear. "Let me love you like I've always wanted to. You don't have to be afraid."
A quietness settles in my heart. He's right to sense my fear. It's a big step committing to a future with him.
