Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Vicki didn’t have a problem with that at all. It had been a long week. The first movie went on, and Vicki was sure she fell asleep partway through it. Between the wedding preparation, work, and her siblings, and also being with Damion, time to sleep had been limited.
Betsy called it a night first. Followed by Dhalia.
Vicki excused herself around midnight, and Delphine was already passed out on the sofa. Making her way to her and Damion’s room, she had already showered. She quickly brushed her teeth, then climbed beneath the sheets. As she did, she became aware of Damion in the bed with her, as well as the fact he was very much naked.
She pulled back. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to watch you strip out of your clothes and walk into the bathroom naked.”
“You were not allowed to see that,” she said.
“Why not?”
“Because I was naked, and isn’t that bad luck for you to see the bride before the wedding?”
“I think that is only the wedding dress, Vicki, and I have no intention of seeing you in your dress until that moment you walk down the aisle and become my wife.”
She looked at him, a little taken aback.
“You’re not having cold feet?” she asked.
“Never.”
“Dhalia said there were strippers tonight,” she said.
“Don’t worry, I kept an eye on your brothers, and they are safe. I have no interest in any other women,” he said. He cupped her cheek. “You’re the only one I’m interested in.” And he closed the distance between them, and in the next second, his lips were on hers.
In that moment, she didn’t care about silly superstitions, or what other people believed would spoil their wedding. She loved Damion, and as he kissed her, the need to be with him was strong.
In the bathroom, she had pulled on a shirt, and he dealt with that quickly, lifting it over her head and throwing it across the room. She couldn’t help but giggle at how quicky he always seemed to get her naked. She was thankful she didn’t have to worry about getting him naked, as he was already so.
He growled against her lips, taking possession of them, and he ran his hands over her body. She explored him as well, marveling at her luck at finally finding love with this man.
Damion moved between her thighs, and he stroked her body, teasing up the inside of her thighs, then gliding down, before he pressed his palm flat against her pussy.
She let out a little moan and arched up against him, crying out. It felt so good to be with him.
He slid not one but two fingers inside her, and rocked his thumb against her clit. She felt on fire with need, and it didn’t take him long to work her body to a fever pitch that had her catapulting over the edge, screaming for more.
“Please,” she said.
Damion removed his hands, then settled between her spread thighs. The tip of his cock teased at her entrance, and inch by inch, he began to sink inside her, and his touch set her on fire with a need that took her completely by surprise. He was slow, making her feel every inch as he filled her.
She didn’t know if she was going to be able to handle it, but then he grabbed both of her hands, pressed them against the bed, and he thrust hard, deep, and fast within her. This time, he didn’t slow down but filled her up over and over again, taking her breath away with the sheer speed and force of his thrusts.
He took claim of her lips and kissed her as he fucked and made love to her. Taking his time, forcing her to take all of him.
She moaned his name, begging for more.
They stared into each other’s eyes, and she couldn’t bring herself to look away as she was so drawn to him, so enraptured. She felt every pulse as he came, spilling his seed within her body. They were connected on something more powerful than the physical, of that, she was sure. She couldn’t describe it, only knew it was there and building.
“I am going to love you for my entire lifetime,” he said.
“And I, you.”
Chapter Eleven
Damion’s wedding was in exactly two hours. He was showered, dressed, and had already made sure every arrangement was in place. Nothing could go wrong. He had planned for everything.
He hadn’t planned for Frank to walk into his office, looking like death warmed over. There were a couple of bruises on his face, a split lip, and since the last time he saw him, he had lost a lot of weight.
“Are you on drugs?” Damion asked.
“No,” Frank said.
He looked at Frank, and the kid looked like he had aged a decade.
“You look like shit.”
“You said if I ever need your help, that I am to come to you.”