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Brandon returns with a bare torso, flaunting his delicious abs and toned muscles. He’s changed into gray sweatpants. I watch him turn off some lights, raise the thermostat, and turn the stereo on.

“Get onto the bed and lie down,” he says while heading toward me.

We now have pleasant room temperature, dim, romantic lights, and a mellow piece of music.

Okay. I’m not getting dressed then.

I slide my buttocks along the bed’s cushion and move over the middle. I swallow dryly.

Brandon crawls on the bed. Gradually, he positions himself on top of me and snatches off my robe.

“Let me just remind you…” he whispers. “You asked for this. You’re too persistent that I have to do something about it.” He pushes himself up then yanks down his pants and boxers without breaking eye contact. His erect shaft swells up.

No matter how many times I see him in this state, I just can’t get enough. Everything about him is just too beautiful. At times, I find him hard to handle.

He lowers himself again. “Spread your legs.”

I do as he commanded, utterly welcoming him in. He then kisses the curves of my neck. I sigh with delight as he savors me. My nerve endings have awakened completely, quickly losing myself to his touch… his world.

Brandon’s mouth trails down my breasts, and then he groans as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He circles the tip with his tongue before suckling the entire crown into his mouth. The uncontrollable pleasure makes my back arch. He makes erotic sounds and ravishes each of my breasts with his mouth. I can feel his cock brushing against my thigh.

“Brandon…” I gasp as he starts moving down my stomach to my navel. I raise my head, but I breathe even harder when his tongue skims the slit of my fold.

“What is it, love? Are you hurting somewhere?” He momentarily stops when he asks me. But I want him to keep going.

“No, no! Don’t stop. It feels so good…”

In response to my cue, he traps my legs with his hands and presses his mouth against my pussy. Licking me gently, massaging my clitoris with his tongue.

“Oh gosh…” I moan loudly. My eyes flutter deliriously.

He swirls his tongue harder.

“You’re so wet.” He grunts. He slips two fingers inside me, thrusting them as far as they can go. Without a sign of his next step, he buries his head into my core and utterly devours me. He plunges his tongue deeper and deeper into my opening.

I can’t help but grab his hair. I’m not sure if I want him to stop for too much pleasure or let him continue. The harder I tug on his hair, the harder he lashes his tongue inside me.

“I’m… I’m going to come…” I pant.

“Not yet.” He suddenly stops and grasps my thighs to wrap them around his waist. “I want you to come around my cock.”

I look down at his massive erection, and my arousal elevates. I already want him inside me so badly. I clasp my fingers around his cock. And damn. He feels like hot metal in my hand.

“Let me,” he says. He slides the tip on the cleft and sinks into me, stretching me wide with his shaft.

“It feels so good,” I whisper. “You feel so good inside me…”

He has no idea how I wanted him to fuck me hard right now. I know because Brandon has the face of a drowning man who’s only restraining himself right now. He’s rocking into me with long but leisurely thrusts. I need to feel him more.

“I know you don’t want me to get hurt, but I’m fine and I’m letting you,” I assure him.

“What do you want, love? I can’t keep letting you get hurt.”

“You’ll never hurt me. Please? Don’t limit yourself.”

His brows knit together. “All right,” he says. “Spread your legs a little wider and ease your back.”

I do as he instructs. He positions both his hands on my waist and prepares himself. Holding on to his shoulders, I embrace his wild entrance.

Like always, my fiancé is an incredible lover. He plunges home inside of me—completely impaling me with force. I gasp as he finally takes me to come so hard that would usually hurt, but not with him. Now, it’s only all about pleasure. All I care about is the feeling of his thickness ramming into me and savagely owning me…

“I’m yours…” I whisper as he continues to pound into me. “I’ve only ever been yours.”

“I know.” He kisses my head. “I know, love.” He grunts, never stopping his relentless fucking.

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation between my legs. In the next few minutes, we stay like that—with our flesh intertwining… becoming one.

Finally, I feel an electrical tingle on my spine, spreading all over me. I’m coming. I writhe beneath him, unable to gather my wits together. All I can think of is his sturdy cock impaling me and how delicious he feels inside of me.

Brandon’s thrust hastens, getting as deep as he can into my pussy. I know he’s finally letting go, the way his cock throbs as he releases inside me. My inner muscles tremor as he milks every last drop into me. We finish simultaneously, but none of us moves right away. We are both mesmerized. I see it in his eyes.

After a short while, he pulls out of me and rolls to his side of the bed. “You feel incredible,” he whispers. “Did I hurt you?” he asks again.

I look up at him and shake my head. “I feel sore, but it’s a good sore. Not my injuries.”

He chuckles and lays his arm for me to rest on. “Come here.”

I move close to his side and wrap an arm around his torso.

“You know what? I changed my mind,” he inserts.

“What is it?”

“Let’s get married as soon as possible. I can’t wait another month, Alayna. Please, baby?”

I trace the lines of his abs. “When?”

“Tomorrow? This week? Maybe this weekend. Next week is already too much.” He rises onto one elbow. “I just can’t keep my hands off of you. I want you like this, next to me. I want to build a family, have kids, and share everything with you. Grow old with you. I want you forever.”

A lone tear runs down my cheek. God. I’m crying again. “That’s the sweetest I’ve ever heard.”

“And you’re making me crazy.” He wipes my tears. “Do you understand me? I love you too much, Alayna. Please. Let’s not wait.”

I touch his face. “I feel the same, but I want to look good in my wedding dress. It’s our special day, and I can’t walk down the aisle with a black eye.”

He sighs in frustration. “You really know how to torture me.”

I laugh. “But I’m already here anyway. I’m already next to you. Believe me, I can see it now.”

“You can see what?”

“My future with you.”

His brows met. “You didn’t see it before?”

“I did, but it’s never clear like this.”

“Really?” He smiles.

“Yes. This is us. Nothing can ever change that now, but I can’t marry you with this face. Our wedding will be photographed, and in the future, when we look back, it’ll only remind me of what happened. So I want our day to be perfect—not extravagant like the engagement, but special.”

He stares into my eyes and then tucks a lock of hair beneath my ears. “Fine. Let’s wait until you’re healed, but on one condition.”

“Thank you!” I kiss his cheek, giggling. “Okay. What’s the condition?”

“I’m taking you to Greece for our honeymoon.” Brandon gets up and starts kissing me again. My nose, my jaw, my neck…

I giggle. “Condition granted!”

He bruises my mouth deeply. “Okay, let’s talk about that later. I want round two…”