CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

I meant my promise.

I'd had every intention of fucking Naya the entire night until dawn, but common sense prevailed, reminding me I had the rest of my life to do that. Not day one after losing her virginity.

I just had to be patient.

Naya had no such thought when I woke to the throbbing ache of my cock buried in her hungry, little mouth. Her pale head bobbed on my morning erection, tongue swirling across the clear liquid coming from the head.

She sucked my cock like her next breath depended on it. She was focused and starving, and so fucking hot.

"Fuck, baby," I groaned, threading my fingers into all that gorgeous, golden curls.

Blue eyes matching the span of heaven overhead. Her swollen lips wrapped around the head of my wet dick slid down the shaft. The motion with her unwavering eye contact nearly sent me over.

"Fuck! Get on your knees, Naya."

She rose, breathtakingly beautiful with the morning sun kissing her naked tits and making her skin glow, but she didn't turn over. She stayed on her knees. I would have found it amusing, but I was too busy rummaging in the drawer for a fresh condom. Once fully sheathed, I adjusted her. I flipped her over and planted her face down on the bed. Head facing the feet. Hands curled into the edges of the mattress, held there by mine as I positioned myself behind her and sank home.

Naya whined, body an uncomfortably tight fist gripping my cock. I had to rock into her, feeding her inch by inch until I hit the base and held there as she thrummed as if coursing with livewires. Her thighs quivered and her hips shuddered. My hands tightened over hers. Restraining her.

"Too much," she rasped, panting.

"You thought that yesterday and you still came all over my fingers like such a good girl," I reminded her, pulling back just enough to make her think I was going easy on her. I released her hands and reached one under her to press into her clit. Her breathing immediately changed, and I hid my smirk into her shoulder blade. "We have to be quick," I told her, rolling her switch, and giving shallow thrusts. "We need to be at the courthouse soon."

I pumped deeper. Faster.

Naya hissed through her teeth but doesn't stop me. Her hips rose to meet mine and our bodies slapped in perfect rhythm.

"That's it," I urged, feeling her ripple down my cock. "For our real wedding, the one with you in an elaborate dress, surrounded by a million flowers, I'm going to fuck you like this all night. I'm going to fuck your pussy and your ass. In the morning, I'm going to make you get down on your knees in that pretty dress and suck my cock. I'm going to fill you with so much fucking cum, Naya. Then make you walk down the aisle to stand before man and God, with my cum running down your legs and on your breath and rubbed into your tits."

"Oh my God, Thoran!"

Naya came, hips thrashing. I smirked as I grabbed them and slammed into her again and again, harder and harder until her sobs were screams barely muffled by the mattress.

I fisted her hair and yanked her face up.

"I want to hear you," I snarled, driving into her harder. "I want the whole fucking house hear what I'm doing to you in here."

She came again and I had to grit my teeth as she squeezed the shit out of my dick.

I tore out and slammed back in, and Naya wailed.

"I want you to remember this when you're giving yourself to me in a few hours, Naya. This is your life now. I'm going to fuck you like this every fucking chance I get until you can't walk right."

I dug under her and fingered her clit. Rubbing it until she was violently shaking her head and cumming, dragging me with her this time.

I collapsed on her sweaty back, breathing hard into the back of her neck. My cock stayed semi hard still nestled in her cunt because that was where it belonged now. I even wiggled it back in when it started to slide out.

Naya chuckled sleepily. "I think even he's done for a little bit."

I growled into her satin flesh. "Give me five minutes, love."

The sound she made was somewhere between amused and aroused.

"Did you mean it?"

I sank my teeth into her shoulder, making her shudder. "What?"

She wiggled and I lifted myself enough for her to roll onto her back. Her eyes met mine. Her face flushed. She had the glow of a woman who'd just been thoroughly fucked, and it made every primal part of me prickle with pride.

"About a real wedding."

I felt my insides warm as I pulled her into my arms. My lips captured hers.

"Once a year for the rest of our lives, if you want," I told her softly. "If we had more time, if I had met you sooner, it wouldn't be like this. We would have courted. I would have met your family, and I would have spoiled you while we planned the biggest wedding anyone has ever seen." I brushed back the hairs at her temple and kissed her again. "We're still doing all of that, but we're just getting that paper first."

I expected some excitement. Maybe some relief. But Naya licked her lips and dropped her gaze to my chin.

"I don't know ... I don't know if I can marry you, Thoran," she whispered at last. "I want to. I want to so much, but I can't."

I touched the side of her face, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip before sliding down to tip her chin up until she was looking at me once more. "Tell me why not."

She dampened her lips again but didn't avert her gaze. Her inhalation was deep and shaky between us. "There's so much about me you don't know, and I can't ... I can't tell you."

I should have been angry. Annoyed even. But I knew she was hiding her past. I knew that from the moment I found her in the garden, getting too close to those fucking roses. I couldn't act surprised or upset now when I already knew, but for the first time, it did make me curious.

"Why can't you tell me?" I stroked her cheek lightly with the back of my fingers. "You know I won't let anyone hurt you, don't you? Whatever you're running from ... whoever, they will never touch you. I promise you that."

If my words comforted her, it was never clear when she exhaled another breath. "It's more complicated than that. I made a promise and ... you can't protect me from this." Her lashes lifted and wet eyes rose to meet mine. "I don't even have any ID and Katie Smith ... she's not real. You know that. It would be fake, and I don't want our marriage to be fake."

"It won't be fake." I kissed her again. "I'll bring the priest here."

"But the paperwork would need to be filed, right?" she pressed, her voice tinged with hints of panic. "It'll become public record and..."

She was right.

Once the license was filed, there would be nothing stopping anyone from finding her, but who was looking for her that badly? What was she running from? It hadn't bothered me before but now I was getting pissed; if someone thought they could scare her into hiding for the rest of her life, they were about to find themselves facing a whole other beast.

"Get dressed," I told her evenly. "We're getting married." I pressed the pad of my thumb over her lips when they started to open. "Let them find you, sweetheart. There is nothing they can do to you now. You'll be my wife and I will destroy every last one of them."