Laying her down, he tore his mouth from hers and kissed down her neck to her breasts. She expected him to fondle her, but he only kissed her two peaks as he continued down, dipping his tongue into her belly button before sliding down the white lace panties that said “Bride” along her mound. He kissed her center softly, dipping his tongue inside her, causing her to gasp for breath under his talented mouth. Threading her fingers in his mass of dark hair, she cried out as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Dragging his mouth from her wanton pussy, he kissed her thighs, running his tongue along them before returning to her clit and continuing the unbearable assault. Holding her breasts, she bit her lip as she watched him move his mouth along her wet pussy. When his eyes met hers, she swore she came right there. His eyes were dark, possessive as he fucked her with his tongue.

She was his and he knew it.

“Oh, Karson, I’m going to come,” she cried, her legs shaking and her back arching as her gaze stayed locked with his. Tearing his mouth from her, he bit her thigh as she cried out in protest.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you come, but I want to be inside you when it happens.”

She couldn’t argue with that; she wanted him inside her. He pushed his boxers to the floor, his cock springing out at her before he ran his hands up her thighs, dipping his fingers inside her. She thought he was going to finger her, but instead, he brought his fingers back to his mouth, sucking them between his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You taste so fucking good.”

She didn’t know what to say, and before she could even try, he flipped her over like she weighed nothing and entered her without any kind of warning. Crying out, she squeezed his cock hard with her body as she fisted the blanket in her hand. Taking her hips in his hands, he lifted her up before thrusting inside her and taking her breath away.

Closing her eyes, she took each thrust, biting into her lip as Karson massaged her ass and then her lower back. When his hands slid up her back to her shoulders, she arched, taking him deeper as he dug his thumbs into the top of her back. She was there; she was going to come, but before she could, he pulled out of her and flipped her back to her back.

“Not yet,” was all he whispered before entering her again. “I want to watch you come all over me.”

It was by far the hottest thing that had ever been said to her. Or maybe it was the intensity in his eyes that had her digging her fingers into his shoulders. She wasn’t sure, but her whole body was burning with need. As he moved into her, she met his gaze and couldn’t look away if she tried. She never wanted this moment to end; she loved the connection they shared. He was the yin to her yang, and she couldn’t get enough of his hard body or soft kisses. He treated her like she was a delicate flower, but at the same time, manhandled her like she was a strong piece of marble. It was mind-blowing and glorious. Tears stung her eyes from the perfection of it all.

Snaking his arm under her neck, he brought her up to his mouth as he continued to move inside her. As his mouth caressed hers, he picked up speed, their bodies gliding together in beautiful harmony. She started to squeeze him with her impending orgasm, but when his hand slid between their bodies, she simply flew into the clouds. Crying out, his name falling from her lips, Lacey came harder than ever.

As Karson’s wife.

She wasn’t sure if that was the reason it felt so different, but as he moved into her, each time harder than the last, she felt whole. For so long she’d felt like something was missing, and it was Karson. She knew that, but at that moment, lost in his eyes as he came hard inside her, she knew that her body, her heart, her everything was Karson’s.

And nothing would ever change that.

Falling on top of her, he dusted her face with kisses before sliding his nose along hers. Looking deep into her eyes, he whispered, “I love you, Mrs. King.”

Her grin matched his as she ran her fingers along his sweat-dampened back. “And I love you more, Mr. King.”

As he kissed her softly, she knew that nothing could ever top the way she felt in that moment. She felt loved, complete, and perfectly euphoric, and it was all because of him.

In that bed, it was only the two of them, but tomorrow they would have to face the world. With Karson by her side, though, she knew they would be okay.

At least, she prayed they would be.

Opening her eyes, Lacey smiled when she found Karson fast asleep, looking peaceful and oh so gorgeous beside her. His hair was astray, his mouth hanging open as his long, dark lashes kissed the top of his cheeks. He took in a deep breath and stirred a little before reaching for her and bringing her closely into a cocoon of Karson. His arms shielded her from the world, his scent, manly and woodsy, intoxicated her, and the feel of his heart steady against her chest soothed her.

They were married.

She was really married to Karson Jett King, and he was hers. Completely and forever hers. Moving her fingers along his jaw, tears stung her eyes as she gazed at her gorgeous husband. Thoughts of waking up like this for the rest of her life warmed her to the core. They had forever together, and the thought of the life she hoped for made her giddy inside.

“Stop staring at me,” he grumbled against her lips. “I can’t sleep.”

She giggled as she cuddled deeper in his arms, his taut muscles hard against her soft body. “I can stare if I want—you’re my husband.”

His mouth curved up in a grin as his arms tightened around her worn-out body, molding her into his. “You’re right. I am,” he whispered against her swollen lips. “One who is tired to the bone. You worked me entirely too hard.”