Shattered Vows (The Denton Family Legacy 2)

“I don’t know. I think the men would have experienced great pride in claiming what no other man ever could. If they had half sense to them, they wouldn’t ever stray.”

“Are you telling me you’re going to be faithful?” she asked.

“I promised it to you in our vows. I won’t break them. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you. Wait until you’re sick. Chicken noodle soup is on the menu.”

“You can cook?” she asked. Not once during their time together had he offered to cook.

“God, no. I’d get my mom to cook it, and then come and serve it for us. It would be so delicious.”

She shook her head. “Did your mom do your laundry?”

“No. I get a maid to do that.”

Harper shook her head. “You can’t even do your own laundry.”

“I’m a man’s man, Harp. I don’t have time for trivial things. It’s why I need a wife.”

“And why you’re going to end up alone in no time.”

He chuckled, wiping between her thighs. Collapsing to the bed, she covered her face, mortified with what he’d done. “Please, kill me now.”

Abel kissed the tip of her nose. “No need to kill you.”

Together they removed the bottom sheet, changing it. It was still early, only four o’clock. Harper climbed back on the bed, not bothering to cover her nakedness. Abel lay in front of her, and she flipped onto her stomach, staring at him. “Did I hurt you too much?”

“No. At first it was painful. You’re not small or slender. You’re … wide.”

“I tried to get you ready.”

Before he entered her, he’d brought her to orgasm with his tongue. Even with her first orgasm, it hadn’t been enough.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I hate hurting you.”

She didn’t say anything. “It’s done. It won’t hurt anymore.”

“Will you even want to do it again?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” She reached out, running her hand down his body. There were times, like these, where she wasn’t sure if she should reach out and touch him.

“I’m yours, baby. You can touch me, anytime you want,” he said.

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Your eyes. They give you away.”

Gripping his cock, she held him firmly, running her hands up and down his length. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

He wasn’t as hard as he’d been twenty minutes ago. “Can you go again?” she asked. She wanted to learn everything about him. What turned him on? How best to touch him? Harper wished to be everything he needed just like he’d become hers.

“Feel, Harper.” He rested his hands behind his head, leaving it all up to her. Biting her lip, she sat up, and focused on him. With each thrust of her hand over his cock, he got a little harder. She watched as he started to swell with blood. His voice went husky.

“For you, Harper, I’ll be ready to go in a second.”

He moved his hand from behind her head, slipping between her thighs. He found her pussy, and started to stroke. Moving onto her knees, she made it easier for him to tease her. She loved his hands on her body, touching her. He knew where to touch to bring her the most pleasure.