She’s so lush and womanly. Her stepmother is dumb as hell to be making comments about Aurora’s weight. I don’t want her to lose a curve or an ounce of softness. I squeeze my hand into her thigh and then her ass. “Your body is sexy as hell, and I can’t wait to have you naked and panting under me,” I growl against her mouth. “That’s the number one reason I’m marrying you. You’re not the type of girl you pump and dump. You’re the type to marry. It’s why Edward bought you and why I’m wifing you up before you can come to your senses and find someone better.”
“I’m not looking for anyone,” she pants. “Uh, God, I need…”
“I know what you need, darling. Let me give it to you.” I reach between us and pull her soaked panties away from her pussy. “That’s it,” I say. She hisses as one finger slides inside. I don’t think I can get another one inside of her. She’s too tight. “Ride me now. Slide up. That’s right. Right there. Now down.”
“What…I…This is so…” She cuts herself off, biting into her lip and staring at me with wide-eyed wonder.
This marriage will not be a chore. Not when she’s so sensitive, so gorgeous, so sexy. I’m going to wake up wanting her and fall asleep wanting her. “If I’d seen you on the street, I would’ve kidnapped you. Don’t you see, Aurora, this is meant to be. Say yes,” I order. “Say yes.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she cries. Her body stiffens, and then her cum pools in my hand. I keep stroking with my single digit until all of her essence is drained from her. She slumps against my frame. I hold her like that, her body resting against mine while the aftershocks of her surprise orgasm work their way through her system.
I give her a soft kiss and then smile. “This marriage will be good for both of us, I promise.”
Her shy smile in return seals the covenant. She is mine now. Even if she wanted to get away, I wouldn’t allow it. Not after I had this taste.
7
AURORA
“Give me a pout,” Nikita instructs me. I puff my lips out for her to apply something to them.
I hadn’t really given her any instructions on what I wanted. She asked if I had a preference for my makeup. I don’t. She’s the professional, so I am leaving it in her hands. I just told her that I don’t want too much. I still want to look like me. She said Mikael had said the same to her. I don’t know why I find that so sweet, but I do.
“I think my work here is done.” She hands me a mirror before she starts to pack up her things.
“Oh wow. I love what you did.” She has highlighted my features. My eyes are popping a bit more, and I have a touch of a shine to me. It looks natural, which is exactly what I wanted.
“You were easy. You have great skin and perfect features.” She gives me a smile. “I’m going to leave this here for you.” I look down at the cosmetic bag she’s referring to.
“You’re giving me those?” I’d asked her about a makeup routine for myself. Something that was easy and didn’t take much time. She showed me a quick one that would take me a little over five minutes. Everything in the clear bag she motioned to was what she’d used.
“Yep, your husband would want me to.”
I really don’t know what to make of my fiancé. I think I’ve spent far too much time with my stepmother and sister. I’m not used to such kindness all the time.
Mikael doesn’t look anything like my father, but for some reason he makes me think about him and miss him more than usual. I think it’s because it’s been so long since someone wanted to take care of me. The last person would have been him. Now here Mikael is taking care of things before I know I need them.
“I can’t believe I'm about to get married. He’s such a sweet, good man,” I say. Nikita pauses, and her brows pull together as she gives me a strange look. “What?”
“Nothing,” she quickly says, the smile returning to her face. “He does seem rather sweet with you.”
“More than sweet, honestly. I don’t want to think where I’d be if not for him.”
“If he takes care of you and you love him, that’s all that matters.” She closes her case. “Mikael has the contact information for the salon, but I’m going to leave my card here if you need my services for anything. I can swing by if you’d prefer them at home like today.” She sets the card down on the bag of makeup she’s leaving.