body needs his. How much my heart needs his.
He presses his palm against my sex. "Fuck. You're wet."
I nod.
His hands go to my ass. He watches my expression as he pulls my body onto his. His cock strains against me. Then he's inside me, stretching me, filling me.
My hands go to his shoulders. I stare back at him. This is where I belong. If only we could skip the rest of the world. No work, no friends, no family, no ceremonies of any kind.
Nothing but our bodies joining again and again.
I lean down to press my lips to his. He tastes good. Like toothpaste and like Miles. His tongue is as hungry as mine is. He kisses me like he's never kissed me before.
My love for him overwhelms me. I feel so fucking whole when we're joined like this.
We belong together.
We'll figure the rest out.
I rock my hips to meet his movements, pushing him deeper. My thoughts fade away as he thrusts into me.
He moves deeper. Harder.
Pleasure collects in my core. I squeeze his shoulders and break the kiss so he can work me properly. His mouth goes to my chest. His tongue flicks against my nipple, sending pangs of pleasure through my torso. Again. Again. Again.
My sex clenches. I'm getting there. But I want more.
I bring my mouth to his ear. "Rub me."
He groans with pleasure at the command. His hand goes right to my thigh. He rubs my clit with his thumb.
Fuck. That feels good. He always takes care of me. Here. And everywhere else.
He kisses his way up my chest and neck. Then his lips are on mine. The kiss is equal parts tender and hot.
Affection pours between us. We're already pressed together, but still, I want him closer. Deeper. I press my palms against his back and pull him closer.
I spread my knees wider so he can go deeper.
"Mhmmm." Miles groans. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. He holds my body against his as he drives deeper. Harder.
Pleasure overwhelms me. Almost.
I spread a little wider. Shift a little closer.
His mouth goes to my chest. He sucks hard. His groans vibrate against my skin. It's like this is the only way he can contain himself.
I surrender to the sensation of our bodies joining. He has all of me. I have all of him.
That's what matters.
The tension inside me builds to a fever pitch. With his next thrust, I tumble into an orgasm.
"Miles," I groan. Pleasure spills through my limbs, all the way to my fingers and toes.
My sex pulses around him, pulling him closer.
He's almost there. I can feel it in the fast movements of his hips, in the way his chest and stomach muscles tense.
He sucks hard on my nipple. Then it's teeth. He bites just hard enough it feels amazing.
I tug at his hair so I can manage the sensation.
With his next thrust, an orgasm overtakes him. He groans against my skin. He digs his nails into my hips. He thrusts into me, his cock pulsing as he fills me.
We stay pressed together until we arrive.
We're here. At the venue.
It has to be perfect. I don't want to wait.
I want to marry him as soon as possible.
Chapter Ten
Megara
My eyes go wide. It's perfect.
The courtyard is bathed in bright sunlight. Ribbons of chiffon flow from the altar in the center out to the edges of the room.
Right now, everything is decorated with white and pink. White chiffon, white ribbons, soft pink rose petals.
But it can be purple.
It's going to be purple for our ceremony.
The coordinator, Candy, shows us pictures of other ceremonies they've performed. There are dozens of different color schemes, dozens of styles. Some are busier, louder. Some are simpler.
One is perfect.
The aisle is decked with red rose petals. It's lined with potted roses. The altar is overflowing with red roses. It's so full it looks like it's going to collapse on the happy couple.
It's beautiful.
Like a fairytale.
Miles pulls me into a close hug. I slide my hands under his leather jacket so I can pull him closer. I'm used to the smell of that jacket. It smells like him. Like home.
I blink back a tear. Damn. Look at me. Getting emotional over roses and bows.
"Would you like to see the reception site?" The friendly coordinator asks.
Miles rubs my shoulders over my coat. "I think she needs a minute."
"It's beautiful. You should be crying."
"Princess, I thought I didn't cry."
"You don't cry."
"You want me to cry?" He smiles. "That's cruel."
"Miles." I stare into