Entwined by E.C. Land (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

It’s a beautiful sight to see when it comes over the ocean.

I know we’ll need to head back home in a few more days but I’m definitely going to look into buying one of the cottages here or in one of the other villages. Hell, I might even see about getting this one. That way Alison can have that room filled with windows to sit in and read her books.

Her reading is another thing I adore about her. She’ll curl up in my arms with a book while I watch a game on TV or do as she’d done yesterday while I’d been on the phone getting an update on things that I normally attend to. In my place right now, Kenyon is doing my job and he’s claiming if I don’t come back soon his head is going to explode.

Alison stirs in my arms, sliding herself along my cock that’s pressed between her thighs. The slickness of her pussy helps me enter her as I press kisses to her shoulder.

No words are needed as I take her from behind while holding her to me. Alison moans and starts to pant. Gliding a hand down to her apex. I find her clit and circle it. This motion causes her to gasp with need.

Quickly, I pull out, roll her to her back, climb on top, and enter her in one swift move. I don’t stop, but rather, take her at a fast pace wanting both of us to find release together.

I’m already worked up from my thoughts of last night and it doesn’t take me long to find the release I’m searching for as I bring my wife to hers. Alison’s pussy clenches my cock, drawing the cum straight from the head, sucking it deep inside as she comes moaning my name.

Fuckin’ love hearing my name on her lips.

This is something else I never thought I’d ever want again.

Staying inside my woman, I lean forward and press a kiss to her lips. “Morning, mo stór,” I murmur against her lips, letting them brush against hers as I do so.

“Mhmm, morning,” she whispers, raspy with sleep.

“What would you like to do today?” I ask, pulling my head back enough to look down at her while bracing myself over her. I’m not ready to leave the depths of her pussy just yet. If I could, I know what I’d like to be doing all day is staying where I am. Though I know my wife’s body isn’t used to it and is probably sore from all our activities.

“Um, could we go to the beach and then maybe do this some more?” she murmurs, cheeks tinting with a pink hue.

Grinning, I slowly slide within her once more before leaving her body. The gasp of protest that slips from her lips causes my grin to grow into a full-on smile. She didn’t want me to leave her just yet.

“Yeah, we can do as you want. Give your body a little while to rest. I’m sure you’re sore from not being used to the invasion,” I mutter and immediately regret my choice of words as Alison’s face pales.

“I, um, I’m sorry,” she utters, casting her eyes away from me all while trying to get up out of bed.

Yeah, not happening. I’m not letting that shit slide. She didn’t do a damn thing wrong and I’m not going to let her think otherwise. Reaching out, I gently yank her back onto the bed and into my arms as I sit with my back against the headboard and Alison sitting with her legs on either side of my body.

“What are you sorry for, Alison?” I demand, keeping my voice gentle so as not to scare her.

“Because I wasn’t a virgin as I should have been for you.” It takes all my control to keep hold of my anger as the sounds of sorrow and pain spill from her lips.

“Alison, mo stór, look at me,” I command, running my hands along her waist. When she does, I go on with what I need to say. “We’ll get to that in a minute about you not being a virgin bullshit. But first, I want you to know, not once do you have anything to be sorry for. What we shared was beautiful and the two of us are going to do that more. A hell of a lot more. I don’t care if you weren’t a virgin because I know without a doubt, baby, I’ll be the last one who takes you in any way . . .”

“But I wanted it to be only one person who ever took me,” she whispers, interrupting me, tears pricking her eyes. “I never wanted anything else. Or I should say in this part of my life at least.”

“Okay, sweetheart, now listen to me, you may not have wanted anyone else to take the gift you were saving for him and I’m one lucky asshole that it would have been me; however, I still got the gift that is you and your innocence. Maybe not a virgin, whereas I break through the barrier, but, Alison, you are still virginal in other ways. Already you’ve given me more firsts than just the one thing, so don’t ever say you’re sorry for something you couldn’t give me,” I state, letting her know she has nothing to be ashamed of.

“You say that but I thought it was a part of the contracts that the wives must be virgins,” she murmurs.

“It is true, mo stór; however, there are strict circumstances that waiver that and from rumors and putting together things on my own, I know one of those circumstances is true,” I say cautiously, informing her of the fact I’d heard of what happened.

“I . . . I didn’t want him to. H—He was too strong and took what wasn’t his to take. I can still remember his breath on my body when he took me. It was in the bathroom of