More formally known as the devil.
I made a deal I never wanted to make, but I knew it was best for Crewe. He couldn’t marry someone like me anyway. I wanted to have my own life, my own ambitions. Being his wife would involve a lot of etiquette and social decorum. I would be a full-time wife, not a physician or anything else. People would stick their noses in my business around the clock.
So maybe it was better this way.
Joseph hated him, and I couldn’t have my brother hate my spouse. And I couldn’t have my spouse hate my brother either.
And I brought nothing to the table except for piles of student loans.
When Crewe came to the bedroom after five, I was dressed in the bustier with my hair big and my makeup heavy. I pushed my conversation with Ariel from my mind and tried to concentrate on the fact that I had Crewe right now—and for the foreseeable future. I wanted to soak up every moment, not think about the day when we would part ways.
He walked inside and immediately looked me up and down, the shadow on his face nearly a full beard. His brown eyes were fixed with colors of amber and gold, and the intensity was enough to make the sun melt. He slowly removed his jacket and tossed it on the ground before he slipped his shoes off.
I stood near the foot of the bed, my hand propped on my hip and my feet aching in the five-inch heels I wore. I would be lying if I said I didn’t love it when Crewe looked at me that way. I loved every second of it, seeing the fiery desire in his eyes that was going to explode like hot molten lava.
He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked up to me, taking his time with each button until he yanked his tie loose. His hand moved to my hip, and his fingers traced over my smooth skin, causing my body to prickle naturally in response.
He felt the lace in his fingertips and wrapped up the strap of my thong in his index finger.
My breathing was heavy in my ears while his was so calm I could barely hear it.
He gripped both of my tits in the push-up and squeezed them hard with his strong hands. His eyes watched his movements, watching the swell of my breasts change as he massaged me.
My hand went to his cock in his slacks and felt the nine inches of definition.
He craned his neck and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me a slow and sensual kiss that made my knees weak. Heat flushed my body even though we barely touched. The explosive reaction this man caused was supernatural.
My fingers undid his belt and pants until I could push down everything, including his boxers. When his cock was out, I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him as I continued to kiss him, our tongues moving together harshly. The slow sensuality died away, and only carnal need remained behind. I kissed him harder as my hand jerked his long length, moving from tip to base.
His breathing hitched when a restrained moan escaped his lips. His hand dug into my hair just the way I liked, and he kissed me with the kind of passion no man ever had before. Crewe made me feel beautiful, sexy, and incredible all at the same time.
He guided me backward until the backs of my legs hit the foot of the bed. “On all fours,” he said through our kiss. “Ass in the air.”
I turned around and obeyed, my back arched to make my waist look smaller and my ass bigger.
Crewe pulled my thong down to my knees then positioned himself at my entrance. With perfect ease, he slipped inside me, stretching my channel for the millionth time. I was soaking wet, and I coated his entire length, my moisture lubing his balls.
A quiet moan escaped his lips. “That pussy…goddamn.” He gripped the back of my neck as he moved into me slowly, giving me long and even strokes. His head hit my back wall every time he thrust, and I felt an orgasm already beginning.
He pushed my head into the mattress then propped one leg on the bed, deepening the angle. He gave me more of his length every time, my fluid making audible noises each time he pushed inside me.
My mouth was open against the comforter. “Crewe…”
“Lovely.” He pressed his hand to my lower back and fucked me harder, giving me his big cock over and over. His fingers dug into my skin, and as his grip tightened, I could feel his cock thickening with overwhelming arousal.
I loved it when he came inside me. I didn’t care if he went before me. It always felt so incredible to have his seed buried deep inside.
He suddenly pulled out of me, his cock shiny from my arousal. “Turn over.”
I didn’t want him to stop, but if I argued, it would take longer for him to be inside me. I flipped onto my back and looked up at him, my bustier still squeezing me like a corset. My waist appeared slimmer than it really was, and my tits were pressed higher and tighter than ever before.
He kicked his pants and boxers away before he crawled on top of me, his knees moving behind my legs as he positioned me into the mattress. With a clenched jaw, he pushed himself inside me again, hitting me hard.
I moaned when I felt him stretch me again, bringing me back to how I was just a moment before. My nails dug into his skin, and I widened my legs so he could take all of me.
He fucked me harder than he did before, ramming me into the bed and making my entire body shake. With eyes locked to mine, he watched every single expression form on my face. When I bit my bottom lip, his eyes narrowed in intensity.
My hands moved up his chest, feeling this powerful man conquer me on his bed. I loved feeling his heart pound, feeling the sweat form on his beautiful skin. I loved watching him exert himself to please me.
I knew I wanted to do this for the rest of my life.
I didn’t want another man to be my husband. I wanted it to be Crewe. I wanted him to be the father of my children.
But that could never happen. It was just a dream.
My fingers slid into his damp hair. “I love you…”
When he thrust inside me, he didn’t pull out again. He left himself inside my channel, and he closed his eyes as he stopped himself from exploding then and there. He released a loud sigh before he rocked into me again.
My hand moved to his face, and I kissed him as he made love to me. “I love you.” I didn’t say it again because I wanted to hear him say it back. Now I wanted to take advantage of every opportunity that I had to tell him how I really felt, that he was the only man in the world I adored. When he was deep inside me like this, taking me like it was the first time he’d ever had me, I was out of my mind and in the moment.
He hooked my leg over his shoulder and deepened the angle, my other leg opening to the side so he had greater access to fuck me as hard as he wanted. He thrust hard inside me. “I.” He did it again, his eyes locked on mine. “Love.” He gave me a kiss before he thrust again. “You.”
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