Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
"Need you now," he groans as a hand threads into my hair. "You look too fucking good. I want to unwrap you like a present and make you come with my tongue." He peels the black satin off, appreciating each step of my unveiling with hungry eyes. His lips latch onto each nipple as they're revealed to him, his palms covering the fleshy weight of my breasts as I moan and continue to rock against his chiseled body.
"So sweet and so ready." Shane slides a palm between us and hooks his thumb in the flimsy strap of my thong. He drags it down my thighs for a moment before forgoing polite manners and pulling the tender threads from my body. “Sweet girl." His thumb slides through the slick depths of my pussy and works at my clit until I'm trembling on top of him.
"We're keeping these," he chuckles when he snaps at one garter that attaches at my waist, only an obscenely short skirt covering my now bare bottom.
"Ride me, I want you to lead tonight," he instructs, and then suddenly I feel his thick length pushing through sensitive flesh and breaching my entrance. I press my lips to his, taking him in a long, drawn-out kiss, shedding my fear and my pain and my past in favor of our future together.
"Yes, Shane," I hum and nip at one lip before I sink down on his hard length and feel the world spin wildly out of control. That’s Shane's effect on me, he sends me reeling and keeps me feeling grounded and safe all in the same breath.
"Shelby," he moans as his muscles begin to quake with aroused tension. "Shelby, my beautiful wife," he says again as his fingers swirl and my own body tightens as an orgasm builds between my legs.
"Shane, I love you so much." Tears squeeze from my eyelids as release tumbles through me, running from my toes to the nerves at the back of my neck, sending me into another realm of time and place. Shane's own release follows mine almost instantly and I relish the touch of his hands at the flesh of my ass cheeks, digging in and allowing me to feel every single shockwave while I ride him.
"Taking my time with you tonight," Shane comments. "Taking my time with you every night for the rest of my life." He nuzzles against my neck. "You've always been the only one for me."
I collapse against the wall of his broad chest, my heart hammering with everything he’s given me, from the very beginning to this day now, and the next we’ll have in nine months when we welcome our little girl or boy into our world.
My prince charming has given me my future, and then the world on top of it. He’s washed me clean of all the sorrow and made me pure again. Like the raging waves outside of our window, our love runs fierce and pure through our veins, allowing us to overcome anything, and washing us with the warmth and love we both so desperately need.
Shane has given me the love I’ve craved my whole life and even more than that, he’s given my life back to me.
My savage, strong, charming knight.
The man of my sweetest dreams.
Second Epilogue
Shane
five years later
"Mmm, thank you for being the best Daddy," Shelby purrs, arms wrapping around my neck and fingering into my hair.
"I'm useless at saying no to you," I breathe, catching her earlobe between my lips, loving the shiver that ripples up her skin with my touch.
"You've spoiled me." Her lips against mine, hips grinding against my raging hard-on.
"I love you all needy for me," I hum, laying her down on the sand.
Her palms slip under my t-shirt, trailing up the ridges of my abs and causing my cock to jerk. "Christ, you drive me crazy, baby girl."
My gorgeous wife's full lips turn up in a cocky smile before she pulls her shirt over her shoulders, wearing only a bra from the waist up. My eyes dart down to her cleavage and then down the beach. We're huddled in the shadows of a stand of palms, and the kids are already fast asleep in bed, so I know we're all alone out here. "Don't tempt me."
She dusts her fingertips across the line of my jaw, whispering her lips across mine as she purrs. "If you want me, you'd better take me, Daddy. This is the only moment alone we've had in a week."
A growl burns up my chest. She's right, and I hate it. I don’t hate that she’s right, I hate that our busy lives have kept us from one another. Touching Shelby, connecting with her, is a balm for my soul. I’m already in withdrawal and now she’s sitting here, tits out, on my lap in the sand and begging for my dick.