Chapter 178 Our Wedding

Chapter 178 Our Wedding
Cecilia

"Arthur—" His name came out as a broken moan as he pulled me down onto him in one smooth motion, filling me completely, the hot water adding a new dimension of sensation that made my toes curl. "Oh god—"

My hand came down hard on his thigh in frustrated protest, sending water splashing over the edge of the tub.

Arthur's laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my back in a way that made me shiver despite the heat of the water. "Our wedding," he said, his voice warm with satisfaction and promise. "I'm talking about our wedding, baby. Not Alice's."

I tried to twist around to look at him, to see if he was serious or just teasing me in that way he did when he wanted to see me flustered, but the movement only made him sink deeper, made me gasp at the sensation of being so completely filled.

His hand came down on my ass with enough force to send ripples across the water, the sharp sting cutting through my attempted movement. "Don't move," he commanded, his voice dropping to that low register that always made my brain short-circuit. "Just stay still and listen to me."

I froze immediately, acutely aware of how the stillness made everything more intense—the stretch of him inside me, the heat of the water surrounding us, the way my body was already responding with embarrassing eagerness despite having just come apart in his arms moments ago.

He's going to kill me, I thought desperately, trying to relax my inner muscles, trying to ignore the way he felt impossibly hot inside me—hotter than the water, hotter than anything should be, like having molten steel buried in my core.

Arthur's arms tightened around me, pulling me more firmly against his chest, and I felt him slide impossibly deeper, felt my body stretch to accommodate the new angle in a way that made stars burst behind my closed eyelids.

His lips found my ear, pressing soft kisses along the shell before his voice rumbled through me. "I'm jealous of Max," he admitted, and there was something raw in his tone, something vulnerable beneath the desire.

"I hate that he gets to marry Alice next week while I have to wait. I want to marry you now, Ceci. Want to make you mine in every possible way, want everyone to know you belong to me completely."

The words, combined with the sensation of being so thoroughly possessed, made heat flood through me in a rush that had nothing to do with the bathwater. I felt myself getting wetter, felt my body responding with liquid arousal that had me clenching involuntarily around him.

"Marrying me won't be that easy," I heard myself say, my voice coming out breathy and unconvincing even to my own ears as I tried to maintain some semblance of control. "You'll have to do the impossible—move heaven and earth, be absolutely perfect in every way."

Arthur's laugh vibrated through me again, and then he was moving, his hips driving up in one powerful thrust that made me cry out, made my hands scramble for purchase on his thighs as pleasure spiked through my system.

"How hard can it be?" he asked, his voice rough with amusement and desire as he established a steady rhythm, each upward thrust sending bathwater sloshing over the sides, each movement making me feel like he was pushing the hot water deeper inside me in a way that was both overwhelming and addictive.

I couldn't answer, couldn't form coherent words beyond broken moans as he continued that devastating pace, as my body trembled and shook with the intensity of it.

Through the haze of sensation, I became aware of something else—the evidence of our earlier activities floating in the water around us, white streaks of his release that had been forced out by his current movements.

The sight triggered a memory—that night when I'd been drunk, when he'd asked me to have his baby, when I'd promised him children once we were married.

"Once we're married," I gasped out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them, my filter completely destroyed by the combination of pleasure and the way he was making me feel, "I'll give you babies. As many as you want. I'll—oh god—"

I felt him grow impossibly larger inside me, felt his rhythm falter for just a second before he resumed with renewed intensity, and I immediately regretted my words because clearly they'd triggered something primal in him, something that was going to make this even more intense than it already was.

Why did I say that? I thought desperately, even as another orgasm built low in my belly, even as my body betrayed me by responding with enthusiasm to his increased fervor. Why do I keep provoking him when I know exactly what it does to him?

Arthur stood abruptly, water cascading off both of us as he lifted me with him, his arms secure around my waist as he carried me to the counter beside the sink. He bent me forward over the surface, one hand coming up to lift my leg and prop it on the counter, opening me wider, giving him deeper access.

I caught sight of us in the mirror—my face flushed and dazed, my body bent forward in complete submission, his larger frame behind me, and between my legs I could see the evidence of everything we'd been doing, white streaks of his release coating my inner thighs, dripping down in a way that should have been mortifying but instead just made me clench involuntarily.

"Look at yourself," Arthur commanded, his hand tangling in my hair and gently guiding my face toward the mirror. "Look at how beautiful you are like this—how perfect, how thoroughly fucked."

I couldn't look away, couldn't stop watching as he pulled back and thrust forward again, couldn't help but see the way my body took him so eagerly despite the obvious evidence of our excess. My hips moved of their own accord, pushing back to meet his thrusts, wordlessly begging him to go deeper, harder, to give me everything he had.

He obliged with a groan that sounded almost pained, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, chasing his own release with single-minded intensity.

When he finally came, I felt the hot rush of his release flooding my insides, felt the way my body clenched around him instinctively, trying to pull him deeper, and the sensation was enough to trigger another orgasm that made my vision white out completely.

"Don't let it leak out," Arthur commanded breathlessly, his hands moving to position me more carefully, tilting my hips up even as he slowly withdrew. "Keep it inside, baby. Keep everything I just gave you."

I nodded frantically, too far gone to form words, my muscles clenching automatically to obey his command as I felt the impossible fullness of his release settling deep inside me.

Arthur's hand came to rest on my lower abdomen, pressing gently, and I felt the pressure of it making everything more intense, making me acutely aware of exactly how full I was, how thoroughly he'd marked me from the inside out.

"Good girl," he murmured, satisfaction thick in his voice as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade.