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  “You decide, Master.”

  He stood back and pursed his lips in thought.

  My gaze drifted over the defined muscles covering his chest. Every part of him was perfect, and the best thing about it was, he was mine.

  I couldn’t wait to wrap my hand around his cock, to feel the pulse of his blood beneath my fingers, to take his silky shaft into my warmth, to feel his cum drip from me.

  “Are you going to tell me what you have planned, Master? Or is that another surprise?”

  “Patience, Mouse.” The tone of his voice was dark with warning. “Lay down,” he ordered.

  I did as he asked, and before I could guess what he’d planned, he grabbed my wrists with one hand and put them above my head. He fumbled for something I couldn’t see, but then he bound my wrists together and secured them to the headboard.

  My pussy clenched hard. Over the past year, we’d discovered rough handling and taking me by surprise led to mind-blowing orgasms. Every day, he worked hard to fulfill all of my fantasies.

  He reached for an ankle and tethered it to one of the posts at the base of the bed, then repeated the same with the other one, spreading me wide and tight.

  There was little give, and moving more than an inch proved difficult. Groaning, I attempted to arch my back but it was impossible, and it was as frustrating as it was arousing. Wyatt ran a finger down the center of my body and over the apex of my thighs. The level of the arousal I was experiencing used to embarrass me, not anymore. The more vocal I was in my enjoyment, the more it turned Wyatt on.

  “Can I taste you, Master?”

  The thoughtful expression on his face was as sexy as it was dark, and liquid fire pooled at my center. If he lost control right now and fucked me, I would be perfectly fine with that, but he clearly had other things in mind.

  “Not yet, Mouse.”

  He brushed his fingers over my clit and down to my opening where he slowly eased two into my pussy. My walls clenched around him hard, holding him tight.

  “You want to come?” He eased his fingers in and out, in and out. “Tell me, Mouse, how badly do you need me to fuck you? How badly do you want me?”

  When he dragged the tips of his fingers over my G-spot, I screamed and cursed.

  “Master, let me come, I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”

  “You’re going to do anything I want anyway.” He slammed his fingers into me and the beginning of my first orgasm as a married woman coiled low in my belly.

  “Oh, God. Please.”

  He slammed his fingers into me again, and my pussy answered by clamping down.

  “More. Please, more.” A few more seconds was all I needed.

  Again and again he slammed his fingers into me. My body convulsed, and my breath came in fast and desperate pants as an intense orgasm built inside of me. Almost there… almost…

  Wyatt removed his fingers. “Not yet.”

  “Don’t be so cruel,” I moaned, “it’s our wedding night.”

  “I want my bride to come on my mouth,” he said.

  I whimpered and wished I could draw my legs back, to open myself up to him.

  Wyatt lowered his head and flicked his tongue over my clit. Nonsensical curses flowed from my mouth, and I attempted to thrust into his face, but I couldn’t. He used his mouth and teeth to nibble, bite and suck.

  “Christ, you taste so fucking good.”

  If I’d been able to move, I would have wrapped my legs around his shoulders and held him in place.

  Holding my swollen clit between his teeth, he used the tip of his tongue to both pleasure and destroy me. The build of my orgasm was irresistible and called to me like the sweetest of siren’s songs.

  I was going to come.

  Abruptly, Wyatt pulled away from me, leaving me a frustrated, unsatisfied mess.

  “Not yet, Little Mouse.” He glanced up at me, his eyes glazed and hungry with lust.

  My breath was fast and uneven, my heartbeat rapid and unsteady, and my body trembling and taut.

  “Untie me, Master. Make love to me. Let me touch you.”

  “What have you done to me?” he asked with a chuckle in his voice.

  His eyes fastened on mine and there was something almost feral about the desperation I saw there. Without saying a word, he released my ankles, and reaching up, he released my wrists and eased them onto the bed.

  When he knelt between my thighs, I hooked my legs around him and anchored my feet on the small of his back.

  “You’re mine,” he rasped.

  “Always,” I replied.

  Taking his time, he eased into me, surging a little deeper with each thrust. When he filled me to the hilt, I flexed my inner muscles around his length.

  “You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned.

  Bracing his weight on either side of me, he bent his head until his lips caught mine. Love fogged my thoughts, and I kissed him with a searing hunger. Our tongues stroked and played, deepening our connection.

  “Fuck me, Master.”

  His breathing grew harsh, and his movements urgent. He pulled back and thrust deep. Pummeling me, stretching me, filling me.

  Reaching between us, he caught my swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. That one small movement sent me tumbling. There was no way I could have stopped coming.

  I dug my nails into his back, and he pumped hard, sending me higher and higher. My body grew hot, then cold, and then hot again. Shudders racked me, and sobbing screams ripped from my throat.

  I fell into the abyss and dragged him with me. Wyatt’s thrusts became wild and frenzied. He thrust once, twice, three times before growling his climax.

  His sweat-slicked body collapsed onto mine, and our rough, erratic breaths filled the otherwise silent room. Every beat of his heart vibrated against my chest, and a wave of emotion washed over me.

  “We’re going to have a baby,” I whispered.

  He rolled off me and sat up “A baby? We’re going to have a baby?”

  “Yes,” I said, tears blurring my vision. “This time next year, we’ll have a little two-month-old to celebrate the holidays with.”

  He pressed a lingering kiss on my belly and then held me close. “The day you walked into my room, was the beginning of my life. I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

  “If you love me half as much as I love you, then I do.”

  Even though sleep called my name and my body was limp and sated, I wanted more. I wanted everything he could give me.

  I wanted forever.

  And forever was what I would have.

  The End.

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