My Fake Husband by Black, L. (motivational novels TXT) 📕

and accepting to me. You’ve shown me love at every turn. I should’ve trusted you more,” I said.

“You should always trust me. And I won’t give you any reason to stop. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Then he kissed my chin and my bottom lip and the corner of my mouth, making me gasp and respond, as if he held all my reactions in the palm of his hand. Like he only needed to choose the touch that would make me gasp or moan or say his name. He made it seem so easy, so natural. When it was anything but simple, not when any other man I’d ever been with had felt like an alien, someone that could never understand me.

“It’s been you my whole life, Damon,” I said.

“It’s been you too, Trix. I just need you to say yes.”

“Yes to what?” I said with a nervous giggle. “I already married you and I’m pregnant with your baby. What other kind of validation do you want?”

“To know that you’re here because you want to be. Not because you needed me for a loan or because I’m helping you and you feel an obligation to me. Because you want to be with me.”

“How could you ever think I don’t? I’ve been tearing myself up because I thought I failed you, that you’d hate me.”

Damon took my face in his hands, his aqua blue eyes intense and bright, “Never. Never think that. I would do anything to keep you. I love you. I couldn’t hate you. I will never leave you. I will always be here for you and our baby. You are everything I want, everything I will ever want.”

He fell to kissing me, as if he could not convince me any other way. My body responded to his, as if his lips turned a switch that lit me on fire. I wanted his hands on me, wanted all of him.

“I thought it had to be the night I was out with the girls and came home and you were in a towel. But it seems like it was—the first time we were together that I got pregnant. When you were in the fire. When you took me up against the door, and then again in your bed. That was the night we made our baby, Damon.”

He kissed my neck, just below my ear, and slid his hands over my hips, “I should’ve known as soon as I touched you that something magical was happening. The way it felt to be inside you, how right it was. It doesn’t surprise me at all that we made a baby that night. Not when I needed you so much, when you needed me. That just means this was meant to be even more than I thought it was.”

“Do you really think that?” I said.

“Quit worrying. Let me make love to you, Trix. My wife. My woman. Until the day I die, I swear it.”

The kiss he gave me then made me shudder and curled my toes. It was poignant and sharp and fiery. I was panting by the time he let me catch my breath so he could work over my nipples, making them stand sharp and taut for his lips and tongue. When he stroked my stomach, I writhed, begged for more. He was in no hurry. Damon just took his sweet time, kissing and caressing every part of me, the backs of his fingers infuriatingly gentle on the side of my breast, on my thigh. Where I wanted him to grip and grab and thrust, he stroked and teased instead. Thirsty for him, I caught his mouth with mine and sucked his tongue, getting a very satisfying moan out of him.

I reached for his hips and ran my hands over his ass appreciatively. “I want you inside me, Damon. I’ve missed you so much,” I breathed against his lips. He kissed me again, then he cupped my sex, pierced me with a long finger, then another, groaning when he felt how slippery I was.

“You’re ready for me,” he said, sucking my neck, hitching my thigh up and wrapping my leg over him.

Damon rocked into me, spearing me with his cock, making me twist and writhe under him. He worked in and out, really going in deep and then inching out so slowly, lush and hot.

“God, you feel amazing.” Then he made a strangled noise when I gripped him, clenched around him like a fist. I worked my hips down over him, pushed against him. He tunneled into me, my body stretching, rearranging to accommodate his size, his powerful thrusts. Every time he buried himself in me, he gave a little twist, a nudge against my clit that sent sparks through me, a jolt of pressure and icy bliss that scalded me. Finally he just penetrated me fully, rubbed against me, rocking, his big, heavy muscled body pressing me into the mattress as he licked my lower lip and sucked it, grunting as he rocked forward and ground against my throbbing clit. I bore down on him, screaming, my nails digging into his shoulders, the heavy slab of his back unyielding under my hands. I came with a great clench and my limbs jerked, my head thrashing on the pillow and animal noises spilling from me as he kept going and going, dragging it out of me when I didn’t think I could take anymore. When I babbled and begged him to stop, he licked my earlobe and whispered, “Take it,” and I felt my body seize up and shake with a piercing thrill that made my legs cramp up with the force of it.

I gripped his hair in my hands and kissed him, a kiss of tongues and teeth clashing, of him lifting me with one arm into his lap and pumping me up and down on his cock, lifting me and shoving me back down his length. I jerked my hips forward, arched my back so my breasts were practically in his face. He