- Chapter Ten -

Abell

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I was fixated on the sight before me. Nothing else existed.

Nix was a vision of radiance; a living opal, perfectly clean and glittering in the lights. The corset hugged her waist, the top enhanced her chest. In that moment, there had never been another woman so perfect.

I wanted her.

And I wanted her right now.

“Sir, please,” Bates hissed. “It's unorthodox for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!”

Digging into my wallet, I shoved several hundred dollars at him. “Go away. Give us twenty minutes.”

“I—what?” he asked.

“Abell,” Nix said, hands digging into the layers of the dress. “What the hell are you—”

“I said go,” I growled, shoving the clerk to the side. The man was flustered, but when he counted the money I'd given him, he shut up. With a pointed glance at me, he hurried out of view.

Focusing on Nix, I grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back into the stall.

“Abell!” she gasped, clearly confused by my response.

Fuck. I was confused, too. It had taken all of my strength that night at the party not to keep kissing her.

Nix had tried to convince me the world wasn't as cruel as I'd experienced.

If she believed that, I wanted to let her keep that innocence. It would be better if I left her alone.

Better if I never touched her again.

But I'm a selfish man.

The curtain fell shut behind us. She stared up at me, and I could see myself—my hunger—in the reflection of her green eyes. “What's gotten into you?” she asked.

Dragging my palms down her smooth, bare shoulders, I shivered. “I can't do this.”

“Do what?”

“Resist you.” Cupping her jaw, my lips captured hers. She tasted sweeter than she had the first night we'd met, more like candy canes and less like beer. Around us, the giant frills of the dress rustled. They announced our actions; shushing us or clapping, I wasn't sure.

My focus was laser sharp, entirely on her.

Under my roaming palms, the beads of her dress felt like brail. They told me a story, led me on an adventure across the dip of her waist to the swell of her ass.

Nix whimpered, pushing her palms into my chest. “Wait,” she said. “We can't do this.”

Nuzzling her throat, I inhaled until I was disoriented. “We can. We are.”

Her voice was fading, thickening with her growing need. “You said... you said you wouldn't sleep with me.”

“No. I said I wouldn't unless you wanted me to.” My fingers found the hooks on the dress, popping them one by one. “You fucking want me to. I can smell it.”

The heat of her blush touched my cheek where it was pressed to her neck. “But I didn't even buy this dress yet, and people will hear us!”

“I'm buying it for you.” I kissed her collarbone, meeting her eyes. “And let them. I'm taking you in this dress, right here. I don't care if the whole world knows what I'm doing to you.”

I need this woman.

Part of me wanted to rationalize it. I needed her? Fine, but I really meant I needed to fuck her. That was it.

Please, let that be it.

Nix bit down on her lip, trying to quiet her gasp. Her struggle was delicious. “My mother will lose her mind if the dress I pick gets damaged, and she won't buy a second, and... and...”

“Shut up,” I chuckled darkly. Running my lips over the indent of her throat, I slid the rest of the zipper down. “Don't talk unless you're saying my name, or begging for my cock.”

Her lashes fluttered. “I don't beg.”

“You do.” Threading my fingers in her hair, I yanked her head back, causing her to groan. “You will.”

Raking my jaw down her throat, I caressed every inch of her exposed skin. Her shoulders were smooth as polished ivory, the inner part of her arm so sensitive that just blowing on it drew goosebumps.

Spinning her, I pressed her face to the wall. “Stay.”

Nix looked back at me, the one eye I could see wide with anticipation.

Dropping to my knees, I threw the heavy folds of her dress up and over her hips. She was wearing a pair of white panties, the fabric pulling tight over her ass. “Fucking hell,” I said. “What a view.”

Tracing my fingers over her thighs, I hooked the panties, tugging them deep in her flesh. She squeaked when the cloth pulled between her cheeks, then further, right between her pussy lips.

With two fingertips, I lightly outlined her swollen folds, back and forth, avoiding her clit. “The night we hooked up, you wouldn't let me eat your pussy. This time, I'm taking what I want.”

“W—wait, wait—ahh!” Nix pushed her face into the wall, muffling her sounds. She hadn't been ready for me to dive in, licking straight up her cunt and along her asshole. Yanking the soaked fabric to one side, I spread my tongue over her shiny pink lips.

She tasted fantastic, a flavor that I couldn't define. I was a rabid animal in my frenzy to reach deeper, lick further. I pulled her labia open on one side, exploring every fold.

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.

Nix straightened up, her dress falling around her hips as she faced me. The lights in the stall were subtle, but under them, she looked like a queen. A snow queen, I thought. No. Fire.

Both.

She was hot in all the right ways, and her chill kept her from burning out. Nix was the perfect balance.

Lifting her eyes to mine, she hesitated. A flicker of uncertainty passed between us in the air. This was where it would all fall apart. Now that the blinding rush of sex was gone, what could keep us from seeing how wrong we were to be doing this?

Nix pressed a hand to her belly and said, “Now you have to marry me.”

I froze. “What?”

“If I'm pregnant... we have to do this. There's no turning back now.” She was staring me down, almost feral in her edginess. She wasn't asking me a question, but I knew, deep down, she really was.

She wanted to know if I'd run away.

It was what I'd always done. It kept me safe from being hurt.

And from hurting anyone else.

My feet moved; the small distance was erased. Curling my arms around her, I searched her face until I could have drawn it from memory. Nix was stiff, waiting for me to answer before she would relax.

“I already told you,” I said softly, “You're my future wife. You belong to me.”

Under my touch, she collapsed. Her arms circled me, temple landing on my chest. It was the position we'd held at the party, hiding away in that secret room. Only this time, when we kissed...

We didn't stop.