The Marriage Dare

Fresh tears fill my eyes, and I have to close them. “I am a woman who loves you,” I say, though my voice is shaking. “I want to be your wife.”

Daniel’s mouth crashes down on mine in a powerful kiss, taking me completely. There’s no room for any other thought until he pulls away and leaves me gasping.

“Forget everything,” he says. “Forget our history. Do you want me? Do you really want me?”

I look into his eyes, and at once, I know the truth. “Yes,” I say. “But what about your parents? Do you really want to be with me if they hate me?”

“Yes.” He presses his forehead to mine. “They’re good people,” he says. “But you know that forgiveness is complicated. They are going to come around. I’m absolutely sure that they’ll love you the way I love you. And I love you so damn much, Princess. you are not to blame for the actions of your father. Eventually they’ll understand that.”

“Okay,” I say.

“Do you believe me?”

I nodded. I do, but I can’t help but worry. I don’t want to be the thing that comes between him and his family. My own family has already done too much damage.

“Hmm,” he makes a noise, pulling back to look at me. “I’m not sure that you do.”

“I do, I swear.”

His smile is gentle, but I see the gleam in his eyes. “I think I’m going to have to make sure that you understand how unequivocally I love you. And how much I want you.” He leans close to my lips. “I cannot get enough of you.”

Daniel reaches down, and he grasps the hem of my dress, pulling it up, bunching it around my hips. He undoes his belt and pulls out his cock, already hard, and he lifts me off my feet like it’s nothing. Like I’m a feather. And suddenly I’m trapped between his body and the wall as he wraps my legs around his waist.

He slips into me like he’s meant to be there, filling me up to the brim and taking my mouth again. He kisses me until I’m dizzy, and doesn’t stop. I’m lightheaded when he releases my lips, chest heaving against his for air. “Do you believe that I want you?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know,” his voice is rough. “You don’t sound convinced.”

He thrusts upward into me, and I cry out. Fuck, yes. Arousal and pleasure and friction roll through me. I love this, and I love him. He fits with me the way no other person has. He sees all of me, even when I don’t see myself. I don’t think anyone else before him has ever seen me at all.

“Please,” I tell him. “More.”

“You don’t have to fucking beg me,” he breathes. “I want you to know that I want this. No strings attached. I want you forever, Monica.”

I close my eyes and let the words sink in as he slows the rhythm down. Pumping into me smoothly and slowly.

He pushes me harder into the wall, so I’m absolutely pinned. Held in place by his hips and his cock. Impaled. He slides his hand up my neck and grips my hair. He loves grabbing my hair, and I’ve grown to crave the feeling of his fingers on my scalp. The guidance of his hands as he shows me where he wants me.

Right now, he tugs my head back, so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. I love his eyes, dark and filled with lust and more. Now I know that that unnamed emotion is love. I can see it there. He loves me.

That’s what it takes for it to snap in. “Oh.”

“There it is, Princess.” He’s smiling now as he kisses me. He speeds up his rhythm again, slamming into me hard and fast. So deep and so fast that I can’t breathe and I don’t even care. My soul is settling, and my pleasure is rising. My husband loves me, and I love him. I love him. That’s the end of it. Nothing else matters.

I’m going to come. I can feel it rising from deep within, vast and overwhelming. It rises so fast that I can’t move or breathe, sudden pleasure overtaking my body and ripping through it. I scream into Daniel’s mouth, releasing everything. Pain and grief and relief and pleasure. I gush over his cock, my orgasm soaking him.

He keeps fucking me, every bit of friction sending aftershocks through me and not letting me rest or breathe. It’s like little bolts of lightning sparking all over me. The drop through the pleasure is sharp and sheer and I land on the other side with a moan. I’ve never had an orgasm like that, and I’m not sure I ever will again.

But that’s not good enough for my husband. He pulls me away from the wall and suddenly, I’m back on my feet, Daniel bending me over the poker table. He strokes his hands down my ass, spreading me open before he plunges in again. I feel him against my back, leaning over me. He grabs my wrists and pins them to the table, and now we’re lined up, body to body. His legs are against mine, arms on mine, back pinning me down, and cock, balls deep in my pussy.