Chapter Eighteen

A MESS.

It seemed that was how Poppy would always feel for as long as Valerian was a part of her life.

And now wasn't any different, with a part of her still unable to believe that her signature on several contracts was all it took to change her legal status.

Just like that, she was now Mrs. Valerian Rossfield and her new husband was also as good as his word. He wasted no time in taking her to his suite, and in the blink of an eye, he already had her naked and laid out on his huge bed like a virginal sacrifice.

Poppy could only squirm under the burning heat of his gaze, but her shyness quickly faded away when Valerian slowly stripped himself bare.

Oh my.

Piece after piece of his clothing fell to the carpet, with each discarded item revealing the intimate parts of him that she had once imagined were impossible for her to see.

The smooth golden expanse of his chest had her swallowing hard, and Poppy had to fight against the urge to touch and see for herself if it was as hard as it looked.

So, so sexy, she thought dizzily.

It didn't seem possible for a man to be this hot, and oh...

A whimper slipped past her trembling lips when she saw his erection jutting proudly against the muscled tightness of his belly.

Was it truly meant to be that long?

That hard?

That thick?

She had never really looked at her own womanhood, but...

"I don't think you'll fit," Poppy blurted out. "There's this J-Drama I saw on Netflix, and—"

"Poppy?"

"Y-Yes?"

"I'll make it work."

There was just something about the way he said it, and the way he had also stared at her when he said the words—

She couldn't explain it.

All she knew was that she had never felt this turned on her entire life.

And he knew it.

Oh, he so, so knew it, with the way his nostrils flared as he caught the musky scent of her desire.

"I can smell how much you want me, Poppy."

And now he was staring at her, his lust-filled gaze devouring the way her breasts had grown swollen with their rosy tips all puckered up as if begging to be suckled.

"P-Please."

She hadn't planned to beg. But she wasn't surprised to hear the word tumble past her lips. She just wanted him so, so much, and it was all she could do not to sob when he finally joined her in bed.

"Please."

Poppy could no longer stop herself from begging him again and again, and another cry escaped her when his huge, hard body settled over hers. Every inch of her flesh was craving for contact. Burning for his touch and aching for his possession.

"P-Please, Valerian—"

His name turned out to be a magic word. It seemed as if that was what he had been waiting for all this time, and as soon as she had choked his name out—

Aaaaaaah.

He was finally kissing her.

Finally!

All she could do was writhe and rake his back with her nails as his mouth began its tortuously fiery descent.

He sucked on the side of her neck so, so hard that he had her seeing stars by the time he left his mark on her flesh. And when he finally started sucking on her nipple, her body immediately buckled—it was the most excruciating pleasure, and she was close to passing out when he moved to her other nipple to devour her anew.

Flames of need had completely consumed her flesh by the time his mouth reached the soaking wetness between her legs, and Poppy could only cry his name out when he suddenly parted her folds open before thrusting his tongue inside of her.

"Valerian!"

It was just too, too much, but he wouldn't let her go at all. The thrusts of his tongue were relentless and deep, and all she could do was grip the bed sheet to keep herself from accidentally touching the back of his head.

"Valerian, p-please..."

Her head tossed and turned helplessly as desire turned her world upside down. But just as it seemed as if she was about to fall off a cliff, Valerian had suddenly lifted his head, and before she knew it, he was already looming over her, and...

Aaaaah.

He took her virginity with one deep stroke of his cock.

And all she could do was sob because it was exactly as he said.

He had made it work so, so beautifully.

His cock fitting inside her like this incredibly huge sword sliding into the warmth of its sheath—

Or a hammer pounding home again and again and again.

"D-Don't stop. Please."

It was the most shameless thing to beg for, but she couldn't help it.

"Never," she heard her husband rasp out. "I'll fuck you as long as you want. As much as you want. As hard as you want. I'll fuck you everywhere. Anywhere. I'll fuck you and only you because you're mine—wife."

And just like that, she was coming.

"Valerian!"

Her husband rammed into her again and again while the shocking pulsing strength of her orgasm had her sobbing his name over and over. The sheer pleasure of it had her feeling like she was about to pass out, but when she suddenly felt her husband's powerful form jerk and shudder above her—

Aaaah.

It was Valerian's turn to cum, and oh, the feel of his cock ejecting inside of her had Poppy reeling anew.

Yes, oh, yes.

Valerian's cock was just as forceful in the way it filled her pussy with his cum. There was so, so much of it that Poppy could actually feel his seed slowly overflow before trickling down her thighs.

Is this really happening?

Would she ever get used to having Valerian inside of her, his throbbing cock pumping its seed into her body?

Would she ever stop wondering if she was dreaming, every time something wonderful happened between them?

Her mind hoped the answer to both questions would be yes. But her heart stunned her for wanting the opposite...because that was how magic came to be, when it just wasn't their bodies that became one.