“What are you looking at?” She asks, rising up on her elbows.
“My wife. My queen. The mother of my children.” Children have never been on my radar, but with her everything seems possible now.
“I think it’s time, my husband. My king. The father of my children.” God, I have never heard sexier words.
I climb on the bed and in between her seductively parted thighs. This maybe something I have never done before, but I’ve seen enough porn. I lower my head and kiss her soft thighs, making my way to her pretty pink pussy. The first taste of her juices have me groaning. Her hands tangle in my short hair, basically shoving me into her cunt. I grin while I eat her sucking her clit into my mouth and causing her to moan. Moving down to lightly lick her plump pussy lips, before my tongue enters her little fuckhole.
“I need you,” she says, and I look up at her.
“You have me,” I say rising to my knees. Aligning my cock up with her opening I slide inside her, slowly. Savoring the first feel of her. Fuck, I am ready to explode inside of her. I break through her cherry and look down in her eyes. She has tears swimming in them.
“You didn’t say anything. I had no idea. I am sorry, baby,” I say leaning down to kiss her tears away.
“Don’t be. This is perfect,” she breathes and moves her hips before taking me by surprise and flipping us over so that she is on top. She rises and falls above me. We come at the same time.
The next morning, she agrees to come to Minnesota with me. We pack her meager possessions from her parent’s house. Neither of them were home and when she didn’t leave a note or call them, I figured they wouldn’t care. The only clean room in the house was hers and the door was locked from the inside when we got there. She used a key. I didn’t push her for now, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.
We get on the plane and reality begins to set in. I got married without telling my family. I know they will be happy for me, but it doesn’t help matters when she gets cold feet.
“I think we made a mistake,” she says somewhere over the Midwest.
“How so?” I ask, looking up from my laptop where I am trying to get some work done. I slacked off this weekend with good reason, but as it wasn’t exactly planned, I don’t want to leave my brother’s in the lurch.
“I know nothing about you,” she says. I close my laptop and look at her.
“You know the important things.”
“We should get the marriage annulled and then I should go back home,” she says quietly.
“That will never happen, my queen. Hear me now. I will go slow with you, but I will never give you a divorce or have our marriage annulled as if it never happened. Don’t ask that of me again,” I say.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
Once we are in St. Paul the drive to Bleak is quiet. I pull up in front of my apartment building where mine is one of the many on the second floor of the building. It houses Erika’s flower shop and the jewelry store on the ground floor.
I carry her bags upstairs and set them just inside the door. Then I lift her up and carry over the threshold. She squeaks and hangs on to my neck. I kiss her and pour my soul into it. She kisses me back.
“I still think we should take it slowly,” she says breaking the kiss.
“Fine, my queen. But I’ll be back,” I say.
“Wait. You’re leaving?”
“I am giving you some time to get used to this.” I gesture between us. “Because, this is happening.” She just nods. “I’ll be at my parent’s house. I already programmed the number, as well as mine if you need me tonight. I can be back here in ten minutes if you need me.”
“Okay.”
“Make yourself at home. Closet, drawers, or whatever you need. Feel free to look through whatever you want. You can start getting to know me that way,” I say turning to walk out the door. Everything in me is screaming to stay and make her see reason.
“Wait,” she says. I pause and turn back to her. She runs and jumps into my arms and kisses me again. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You fucking better,” I say growling.
Fuck, this sucks.
Chapter One
Hagen
One Month Later
I have done nothing but think of ways to get her to want to be my wife in every way. Deep down I know she loves me. She tells me when I am inside of her. I do not understand or have any idea why she won’t commit to the commitment she has already made. She has already married me and fucks me constantly. I see no earthly reason why we don’t live together.