Sven Filthy Modern Vikings
“Can’t you see that it’s the same fucking thing?”
“It really isn’t.”
“How so? All I’m seeing is similarities and frankly it scares me. I won’t do that again.” If I don’t stick up for myself now, I never will.
“Cymion. I love you. There is a need deep inside me to protect you from everything.”
“But you can’t. I’m a grown woman and it’s time I started acting like one.”
“I’ll never not protect you. It is hard wired in body to shield and take care of the ones I love. Especially you, because you are going to be my wife.”
“Sven, if you can’t tell the difference of what you are doing and saying, then maybe we shouldn’t be together anymore.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. The look on his face kills me. “I didn’t mean that.”
“You must if you said it. But I’m too selfish to let you go. I’ll never let you go. Maybe it’s you, who is the one who can’t see the difference. You are my everything and I will protect you until my dying breath. The fucking difference between your piece of shit ex-husband and me can fill several fucking football fields. You will never understand the lengths I will go to keep you safe. To keep and make you happy. To hold you as mine. Every second you deny this, deny us, it’s only making me want to work that much harder to keep you. I would do anything for you. What don’t you understand about the fact is that he paid someone to kill you? He wanted to protect his lifestyle so fucking badly, that he paid someone to kill you. Thank God it didn’t work.”
“I know that, Sven. I lay awake at night and think about the fact that what it would be like if he had succeeded, I wouldn’t know you. I wouldn’t know that my brother and sister have all the happiness that they deserve. Now that I’ve met, known you, and loved you. There is no way I can imagine my life with someone else. It’s as if all the time before you, didn’t exist. Nothing existed until I got off that plane. It frightens me. I never expected to feel anything, let alone the depths of my feelings for you. I know that I’m emotional, irrational, and things are only going to get worse.”
“I honestly do apologize for what I said. I love you and I love our baby. I want to be your wife, but you have gotta do some things differently. I can’t have my every move planned out for me anymore. I love that you want to protect me, but you can’t protect me from everything. But you need to understand that I went from my father’s house then to Kent’s house thinking that everything was going to be okay. My entire life was laid out on a calendar, from what I wore to the charities I donated my time to. There was even a schedule for what time I went to bed mapped out. I need a chance to be me and also, I want a chance to be me with you. Can you do that?” I ask.
He stares at me for a minute before he starts grinning. I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Yeah baby. I can do that.” He moves closer and pulls me close.
His hands are at the back of my head and his lips are mine. I forget everything else. Standing in this room on a beautiful beach makes it that much more magical. Before I know it, we are down on the bed, rolling around, and tearing each other’s clothes off. The minute his hard cock slides into me, I moan.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you, too,” he grunts at me while thrusting into me with wild abandon.
Fuck, this is amazing.
Chapter Seven
Sven
Nothing can dull this moment. Today I am marrying the love of my life. We are staying in an amazing home on the beach and in a paradise of anyone’s dreams. Standing by the side of the bed, I look down at her as she sleeps like the sleeping beauty that she is, sprawled out over the entire bed. I chuckle softly thinking about how her tiny body covers my body every night as she sleeps. I lean down and kiss her neck before walking out of the room to take care of the necessary arrangements. First things first. I need to call the Island Magistrate.
“This is Ratu Jone.” I swear the names never cease to shock me.
“Hello. This is Sven Jorgensen. I am staying on the east side of the Island at the Viscount’s side.”
“Ah. Mister Luke’s guest. How may I be of service?”
“I am simply making sure everything is in order for me to get married today. Luke assured me that you could do it, even if it was a last-minute request. Is this true?” It better be. I am not waiting another minute to start our life together.