My teeth dug into the soft meat of her ass, and when she started to shake, I gripped her hips even harder to keep her on her feet.

“You like this, don't you?” I whispered against her, the layers of the wedding dress drifting over my back. “No. Actually, you fucking love this. Did you even know how greedy your pussy was? That it needed to be adored like this?”

“People—ah! People are going to hear us!”

“I want them to hear us. I want everyone to know how good I'm fucking my future wife in here. That she belongs to me, and that I can't go more than a few minutes without craving her cunt.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, straining to push her hips back into my face.

Nudging my fingers lower, I pet her clit in quicker strokes. Nix whimpered, sweat starting to shine across her thighs. “You're close, baby doll. You're right there. Need me to push you over the edge?”

“Yes! Please, yes, just... fuck... I'm...”

“Cumming,” I chuckled, filling her pussy with two fingers—then three—as she started to buck. “Yeah, I know, and it's making my cock rock hard.” Growling, I rolled my eyes in my skull and shivered. She was gyrating all over my hand, her knees rattling.

Nix must have pushed her fist against her mouth, because her obscene cries were muffled. The noise she made when I yanked my fingers out, snapping her panties in two, wasn't.

“I can't wait anymore,” I said, throwing my belt to the floor. Standing, I shoved my zipper down, the release finally easing the pain of my compacted cock.

Nix twisted, panting as she looked back at me. It was a gorgeous sight; those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, wet lips. Grabbing her hair, I forced her to arch so I could reach her eager mouth and kiss her.

This woman... why had I tried fighting against my desire for her?

She was mine.

My sanity lied in embracing that fact.

“Abell,” she moaned, rolling against me. “Never stop kissing me.”

Smiling around her lips, I hoisted my cock out of my briefs, rubbing it over the top of her ass. It pulsed with my need, smearing precum over her skin. Dipping it down, I slid the fat head over her soaked entrance.

As I started to slide in, I twirled my tongue across hers. “Ready?” I asked.

Swallowing, she tried to break the kiss. “Wait, no, we need a condom.”

Capturing her mouth roughly with mine, I pushed her to the wall, making the stall quake with the impact. “No condom,” I hissed. My cock nudged at her, sinking in a mere inch but spreading her pussy all the same. “You're marrying me, remember? I want everything that entails. Your pussy is mine, Nix Halloway.” I spread her further; she whimpered. “I'm going to brand it with my cum, it belongs to me.”

I was on a wild ride mixed from lust and obsession. Nix was everything I wanted, I ached to my very root with a primal urge to fill her with my seed. Then she'd be mine, every man in the world would know she was my wife once she was swollen with my baby.

Don't, a small voice of reason warned me. Don't get her pregnant. You can't be a father, you're terrible... this world is fucking terrible...

My logic was worn down by my frantic hunt for release.

Nix was trying to kiss me, but her brain was firing just enough to keep her standing. She ground back on me, demanding more of my cock as I fed it to her ever so lovingly. I was sweating bullets by the time my balls brushed her sweet ass.

Holding her by her hair, I licked her neck. My nose was in her ear, my voice gritty and thick. “Tell me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” she said softly, writhing on my shaft as I pinned her, not moving.

“Louder.”

“Fuck me!” she sobbed, fingers spreading on the wall.

Bringing my lips to the deep groove between her shoulders, I breathed out. “That's what I needed to hear.”

Sliding back, we both heard her wetness. Nix was dripping; I looked down, holding her hips and enjoying the sight. My cock was shining with her juice, and I was leaving fingerprints across her plump skin.

Driving into her, I groaned and threw my head back. Holy hell! She felt too good, pleasure spiking through my body. My cock swelled, the sensation leaving me breathless.

Nix wanted to slam her thighs back into me, desperate for the entirety of my length. I held her steady, my muscles flexing to keep my control. “I set the pace, babe. I'll fill this pretty pussy with my cum when I'm ready.”

She watched me, hazy with bliss. Leaning in, I thumbed her lower lip open, nibbling. I didn't know what I preferred; the taste of her pussy or her mouth.

Again and again, I thrust inside of her. She clung to me with her wet walls, sucking at me, begging me to stay deep. My speed made her thrum from being forced to endure the careful pace. I was holding back. I didn't want to finish yet.

I didn't... want this to end.

I don't want US to end.

Why was I scared of that?

Because you remember how it hurt to lose someone you loved.

Gritting my teeth, I bent my head and shut my eyes. Stop. Stop that right fucking now. Sex was supposed to bury those memories. Numb me from the sensation of joy... of longing...

Love.

But here I was, wrapped up with Nix, and my escape plan was failing. Being close to her was doing the opposite of what sex was for. Quenching my urges should have made me forget anything and everything that tied me to my emotions.

Nix was forcing me to experience all of it.

Breathing through my nose, I held her closer. I didn't want to see her face, I longed for the darkness behind my eyelids.

She made a noise, and I fucked up—I looked at her again.

Her eyes were shining, every barrier of hers torn away so I could see the genuine need in her stare. That look was for me. I'd done that to her, and she was letting me see into her heart.

The wave of heat I was riding finally crashed. My prick jerked inside of her, filling her to capacity. Tension spread through her pussy, distributing over me like a second skin. That connection left me seeing far away planets.

“Fuck!” I shouted, not caring that everyone for miles might hear. Nix vibrated, squeezing me as she came on my cock. Her nails left marks on the wall, hair hiding her face in a wild spray of copper color.

Throwing my head back, I stroked inside of her quicker—less controlled. Pressure expanded in my lower belly, electric pleasure moving through me until it brushed the veins of my swollen cock.

Shuddering, I hissed, “I'm going to fill you the fuck up, Nix. This pussy is mine... you're mine... I...” Trailing off, I dug my hands into her hips. Locking her against that wall, I shot warm, creamy seed inside of her.

Nix had stopped trying to be quiet; she screamed, thrashing through her orgasm, riding mine out. Every pulse of my cock made her twitch. Every twitch she gave back made my heart spasm.

“Abell...” She said my name like she was making a wish.

Looking down, I realized that at some point, I'd switched the position of my hands. My palm was cradling her tummy, holding her possessively.

How long had we been standing like this? Holding each other up, the white folds of her wedding dress tickling our skin?

I didn't know. Time had stopped being reliable.

Something slid over the top of my fingers; Nix's nails. She clasped me against her stomach, holding me there. The ringing in my ears went on, neither of us speaking.

What did we just do? I wondered if I was insane. She could be pregnant.

And that... that should have bothered me.

She traced her touch over my hand. On some unspoken cue, she fell away, and I backed up—freeing her.

She isn't free.

If I'd just knocked her up, neither of us would be free from the other. For years... for our whole lives... something would tie us together that was stronger than a marriage vow.