Don Vidal

22 - You don't have to do this

Draven

Ah, shi.t. If there was ever a bad idea, this is it.

When I saw Marnie crying earlier, I thought something was wrong with her or the baby. She hasn’t been one hundred percent after what happened, but she seemed to be doing better. Thankfully, the only thing wrong was her hormones. She asked if I could hold her in bed, hold her, but that’s all.

Hey, I could do that.

I knew it would be torture, though.

How could it not be when I’ve spent the past couple of weeks taking care of myself – if you get what I mean – because of how badly I’ve wanted Marnie?

A month without so much as touching a woman?

Not heard of when it comes to me.

But for her, I did it.

When I first saw Marnie that night at her sister’s wedding, I had to have her. She was so fuckin.g beautiful it stifled me.

But pregnant?

She’s something else entirely. Fuc.k, I’ve never known anyone as beautiful as Marnie.

I’m fucke.d, and I know it.

After everything that happened with the Elders, not once did I think Marnie would cling to me the way she did. Something inside of her changed that day. Marnie was already a strong woman, and she’s strong now, but I saw a vulnerability that touched something inside of me. I made a vow to protect her from harm, and I will see that vow through until the day I die.

Marnie seems to be getting herself ready for marriage. Marriage to the Don. I don’t expect her to be a slave to me, but she cooks for me every morning and every night. She cleans the house when she doesn’t need to because we have a cleaner. She even takes my suits to the damn dry cleaners and picks them up when they’re ready. As people are now very aware that Marnie is my fiancée, it’s not an hour before the suits are ready for Marnie to collect.

Of course, I tell her that she doesn’t need to do all of that, especially not cleaning the damn house; I have a housekeeper for that stuff. But Marnie will just smile and tell me, ‘I like taking care of you, Draven. Just accept it, future husband,’ Then she’ll wink, and I’m left in awe of her.

The council would have Marnie doing precisely what she’s been doing. They’d have her bowing down to me like a slave to her King. I won’t have that. I do not want that from Marnie. Yes, I am her King, and she will be my Queen!

Yes, there will be no way out for Marnie once we're married. I will not give her up, and I don’t have a damn clue why. This isn’t about pride or not looking stupid in front of my men. This is about the fact this woman does something to me that no one else ever has or could.

There is not a man or woman alive who will tell me how my marriage should work. I will not treat my wife as though she was just there to clean up after me and to lay there when I want to fuc.k her. Been there, done that. This marriage will be something else entirely.

Right now, I’m fighting the damn erectio.n tenting the sheet covering my lower half. Marnie’s slim body is curved up against me, her head tucked into my neck, her hand on my bare chest, fingers flexing, feeling the muscles that lie there. The moan she lets out as I play with her scalp vibrates right through me.

“Draven,” Her sweet voice is nothing but a whisper in my ear, sending a shiver right down my spine, making my arms tingle.

I take Marnie’s hand from my chest and kiss her palm. She moans loudly.

I’ve treated her with care over the past couple of weeks because that was what she needed. I’ve ensured Marnie knows I will always be the man she can count on. She has shown me that she has faith in me, and God knows I know she’s loyal to me. More loyal than any other woman I have ever been with.

God help me.

How am I meant to keep my hands to myself when she’s this close to me?

I feel Marnie’s heat as she kisses my neck softly, my chest, and I’m powerless to stop her when she’s creeping down my body, her lips kissing the muscles of my stomach as she makes her way toward my coc.k.

“Marnie, you don’t have to do this.”

She looks up at me, a smirk on her face, the waistband of my boxers in her hands. “Are you going to be my husband?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve shown me that I have nothing to worry about. The promises you made after what happened,”

I close my eyes for a second. I’ve seen some awful things in my life, but the sight of this beautiful woman tied to that furnace pipe, soaking wet, bugs crawling all over her, and looking dead will haunt me for the rest of my life.

“You've kept them all, Draven.” I open my eyes and look at her. She smiles so beautifully, warming me from the inside and out. “I know in my heart that I am safe with you. Everything else is just bullshit because now it’s just you and me.”

I cup Marnie’s face, and I am in awe of her. I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “That’s right, beautiful.”

“Have you slept with anyone since we made this commitment?”

I smile while stroking her hair like she’s my precious pet. “No,” I tell her honestly.

“Then I have every right to take what's mine.” Marnie pulls my boxers from my body with a mischievous giggle. “Mmm,” She moans appreciatively while taking my throbbing coc.k in her hand. “I have missed this coc.k, so thick and long. I swear on everything I love that this is the best coc.k I’ve ever had.”

Fuc.k, that’s what a man likes to hear. Most women will say shi.t like what Marnie just said to turn a man on. The hormones rushing through him don’t let him think about anything other than the way those words made him feel. But I know Marnie isn’t lying, she means what she’s saying, and I feel like a fuckin.g true king because of it.

I bite my lip, pre-cu.m already seeping from the tip of my dic.k. She licks it from the tip with a moan, her eyes still locked with mine. I cup Marnie’s cheek again, my fingers sliding into her hair; her eyes close, a moan tearing from her throat as her mouth descends on my coc.k.

Fuc.k!

My head falls back, my eyes closed. My God, this feels so damn good. So damn good to feel her mouth around me after all these months. I had no idea just how much I’d missed these moments with her. All those women I had after Marnie never compared, and trust me, I compared each one to her.

How fuckin’ clichéd is that shi.t?

But fuc.k if it isn’t true.

Her tongue slides up and down my shaft, and I feel the sensation of it everywhere!

“Fuc.k, baby,”

I can’t stand it, her warm, wet mouth taking me as far as she can before choking around half of it. I’m just too big for her to take all of me, and no, I’m not just trying to make myself look good. I’m a big guy. Everywhere. Literally.

But I will not cu.m in her mouth, even if she is sucking me like a damn vacuum cleaner to the point I might explode. I’ve felt her velvet throat and how hard it was not to cu.m down it, but I don’t want that right now.