was soaked and dripping, desperate with need.
“Say the words I want to hear, wench.”
She knew what he wanted, knew she couldn’t deny him. And why would she when she wanted to be his? But the fantasy… “Make me.”
Max lightly smacked her hip for her response and closed his lips around her again, suckling hard, every draw of his mouth ravaging her senses.
Oooh, it felt good. His head was buried in her mound, his lips sucking on her with no sign of stopping. But stop he did. Again and again and again just when she was about to shoot into the stars above them. “Yes,” she said simply, wondering how long it would take for him to comprehend the meaning behind the single word.
Apparently Max still had enough blood left in his brain to understand the significance because he stilled and lifted his head.
“Yes—Yes, what, love?”
“Yes. I love you.”
The growl Max released was purely animalistic. The sound sent a shiver through her, but that was nothing compared to the way she felt when he freed his cock and surged into her, her body so slick he slid home with one thrust.
“You love me. Almost as much as I love you. Which is why you’ll marry me.”
It wasn’t so much a statement as an order. One she couldn’t deny. Not when the last two weeks had been the best two weeks of her life.
She smiled into his eyes, her body full of Max’s pillaging, plundering cock, and her heart full of love. “ Yes. I will.”
OTHER TITLES BY NICOLETTE LYONS
THE HONEYMOON DIARIES COMPLETE COLLECTION
VIRGIN HONEYMOON
HONEYMOON AT HOME
HONEYMOON AT HOME II
HONEYMOOND ROAD TRIP
HONEYMOON HOLIDAYS
HONEYMOON FANTASIES
AUTHOR BIO
Nicolette Lyons is a southern girl who likes sweet tea, shopping, and sitting on the beach reading hot, steamy romance that doesn’t take God’s name in vain, or mistake physical abuse as “sensuality”. If you enjoyed this erotic short story, please consider leaving a review.