Taken Bride (The Secret Bride 3)

I’m a woman who needs to be fucked hard by her man. Her man who nearly slipped away but now will forever be in her grips.

This is me. Powerful, knowing, willing to fight for what I want.

I want Christopher.

I want to be married to him and spend the rest of my life with him.

But right now…

Right now, I want his cock, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. It’s natural, it’s right, and there isn’t anything sinful about my needs and desires. I’m learning this. I’m growing, and as I do, I will take what’s mine. Mine.

Christopher is mine.

Unable to hold back the fever that scorches me, I beg, “Please, Christopher. Please…”

“Please what?” he teases as he dances his fingers inside my core. “Say it, Ember. Tell me what you want. I want to hear the dirty words come from this perfect mouth.” He nibbles on my bottom lip and then pulls away, staring into my eyes.

I want to look away, because the familiar timid girl still lurks inside me, but his eyes demand that I keep them in place. My body obeys. My mind obeys. I obey.

“I want you,” I pant, desperately wanting to feel the orgasm that rests just beneath the surface, begging to be set free. But I need my husband’s heavy dick spreading me to make that happen.

“Not dirty enough.” He pulls his fingers out of my pussy as punishment.

“Fuck me!” I blurt out as a moan follows my frantic command. “I want you to fuck me hard and make me feel you between my legs tomorrow. I want it to be rough. I want it to sting. I want to feel the pain that is followed by pleasure. I want your cock to stretch me and fill me. Fuck me!”

I am absolutely thirsty and ravenous at this point as his fingers hit a spot inside my pussy that has me uncontrollably twirling in ecstasy. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to have him enter me deep and hard. The power this man has over me….

Sparing me of my uncontrollable desires, he finally grants me my filthy wish. He sheds his clothes as fast as possible and mounts me. Feeling his weight on top of me, I’m soon rewarded as his cock presses up against my opening and easily slides in with the aid of my soaking wet pussy. Wrapping my legs around him, I hold on in fear that he’ll change his mind and torture me some more.

And with a forceful shove of his hips, he drives his thick cock all the way in, claiming me completely. So deep. So fucking deep.

I want to stay like this always. Connected. Always connected.

Yes, yes, yes… I am his. I should have never left. I should have never allowed anyone or anything to get in the way. I should have resisted the voices in my head that tried to take over. I should have run away from the darkness and only looked toward the light.

Christopher—my light.

In and out, he thrusts, deeper and deeper with each pounding action. My moans blend with his as our bodies merge as one—as only one, like we are meant to be. Fate—she has brought us together more than once, and it’s about time I fucking listen to her.

“This pussy of yours is mine. Only mine,” he growls as he powers into me, his muscles taut, his eyes glazed over with a fierce intensity that only drives me closer to the edge. “I want to hear you moan my name,” he demands. “Moan.”

As if I can do nothing else but obey, I do just as he orders.

Moaning with each vibration of wantonness that attacks my pussy, I truly collapse into an encompassing hole of sexual bliss.

With a few more thrusts, Christopher’s groans blend with the sounds of my completion, and he too joins me in our own world of lust.

Slipping my arms around his neck, I pull away enough to stare into his eyes. “I’ll never run away from you—from us—again.” Choked by emotion, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, wishing the moment of connection could last forever.

“I should’ve never given you reason to leave,” he murmurs, drawing my lips to his. “You’re everything—” But before he can say more, the door to the chapel opens, and the sound of booted feet breaks our privacy.

“Ember? Christopher?” Holly calls out.

We both stand and scurry for our clothing, dressing as fast as we can. I don’t think they will move the curtain, but maybe they will.

Scanning each other quickly to make sure we’re appropriately dressed, we both walk out from the curtain to greet the sisters.

Caught in the act, but an act I hope to do again, and again, and again, I wonder if I’ll ever get enough of this man.

16

Ember

We’re all sitting around the fire in silence, eating leftover soup from last night. It’s awkward. We’ve been coexisting in a suffocating tension that I can barely stand. I look at Christopher with pleading eyes. I want this to be better. It has to get better.