Of course, he never thought of Mira when he had those feelings.
Lying in his hotel room with Mira, naked, and a wedding band on her finger, he understood impatience and the needs of all those men before him. Never had he experienced this incessant need to claim a woman. To mark every inch of her for the world to see she belonged to him.
Yet, here he lay.
Married.
Content.
Bound to this very woman until death did them part.
He placed a hand on her back, trailing his fingers up to move her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. He’d married her yesterday in a very small ceremony. Her brother hadn’t been invited.
After Mira had agreed to marry him in Vegas, he’d taken a trip to see Nigel. They would never get along. Drake had made it clear to her brother that unless he got his act together, he would sever all ties between brother and sister. Nigel would never have the power to use his sister or hurt her again.
The very thought of another loan shark dealing with Mira was enough to drive Drake crazy. Others wouldn’t have been as nice as he was, and Nigel knew it. Broken legs were a blessing to him. Nigel was a class act, not seeming to care about his sister. There was no warning for him to treat her right. Just to leave her the fuck alone.
He’d wanted to break the bastard’s legs again.
Instead, he left.
She groaned. “How are you still awake?”
“I’m insatiable for you.” He trailed his lips down her arm, going to her back, keeping her on her front, even though he wanted to suck her tits—he wasn’t greedy.
Reaching between her thighs, he cupped her pussy. She was still slick from their last fuck. Their combined releases coated her pussy, and he slid a finger inside her, growing more aroused at how wet she was for him.
He pushed two fingers inside, and she started to rock against him.
Drake had a mission in mind. Knock her up. Breeding her as soon as possible.
The scene that played out with Katherine and the subsequent space Mira had put between them had fucking scared him.
There was no way he wanted Mira to walk away from him. He wasn’t going to take the chance, and all he saw were ways of binding her to him. Through marriage, making it impossible for her to divorce him, and then through children. If he kept her knocked up with lots of babies, there was no chance of her leaving him.
It was a horrible plan, taking the decision away from her, but he was more than happy to play it out.
His cock already rock hard for more. She moaned his name, pressing back against him.
After withdrawing his fingers from her tight heat, he pushed a pillow beneath her hips, getting her to the right angle. He aligned the tip of his cock to her entrance and plunged in deep.
He held her hips and pounded inside her. Mira thrust back, her tight cunt squeezing him.
Sliding a hand beneath her, he continued to play with her pussy. Slowing his thrusts down so she enjoyed each stroke.
Drake wanted to feel her coming all over his cock, soaking him with her cream. She was so sensitive, and he had to take his time, drawing her to the edge of orgasm. This time, he didn’t allow her to linger or take too much time. He threw her over the edge of bliss, took hold of her hips, and fucked her hard.
Unable to deny himself the simple pleasure of watching her, he took her hard, fast, relishing every tight squeeze as she worked him. “Yeah, fuck, that’s it, take my dick.”
He was so close as he slammed in to the hilt as wave upon wave of his orgasm filled her pussy. His cum flooded her womb. Soon, it would stick. It had to.
Kissing her shoulder, her neck, he held his weight off her, and Mira tilted her head back to look at him.
“Wow,” she said.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
He eased out of her, settling in close as she spun around. He pushed some of her hair off her face and cupped her cheek. “Where do you want to go on a honeymoon?”
“Drake, this is moving really fast,” she said.
“I know. There’s nothing wrong with riding it though. I’ve got you, Mira. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
She licked her lips. “I know. I believe you when you say you want me. I’m more worried about us. Have you, maybe, blown me up in your mind to be something more than what I am?”
“What do you mean?”
“I guess, think of the one gift you wanted as a kid but never got. You think everything would be better if you’d only had this one toy.”
“What kind of toy?”
She laughed. “I don’t know. A frisbee.”
“Really? A frisbee?”
“I’m being serious here, Drake. Please, try to take me seriously.”
“I am. First of all, a frisbee is a horrible toy to compare yourself to, but I get it. You’re worried I’ve built you up in my head and in a few weeks or months’ time, I won’t want you.”
She shrugged. “I’m not trying to sound sad or lame, or whatever. I’m trying to shed some reality on our situation.” She held up her hand. “We’re still married. We barely know each other.”
“We’ve known each other for years.”
“Yeah, but people say that about serial killers all the time. He was nice, and I didn’t know he had a weekend hobby of gutting people.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t even know if there is a serial killer out there that does that. You get my point.”
“I get it.”
