Unbroken Legacy

CHAPTER 12: ALL OURS

The door clicked shut and the lock turned, cutting us off completely from the noise and joy downstairs. Ward didn’t waste a single second—he spun me around, pressed me back against the solid wood, and his mouth crashed to mine, fierce and claiming. His hands were everywhere at once: tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, sliding down to cup my thighs, pulling me flush against him so I could feel exactly how much he wanted me—hard, thick, throbbing right where I ached most. “Feel that? All for you. Every inch, every beat, all yours. Engaged. My fiancée. My future wife. And I’m gonna make you feel every word of it.”

“Engaged,” he muttered against my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin before his lips soothed the spot. “My fiancée. My future wife. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying it. Gonna say it while I’m inside you. Gonna say it while you come apart for me. Gonna make you scream it right back.”

“Then say it again,” I breathed, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. “And show me. Prove it to me.”

He laughed low in his throat, then stepped back just long enough to strip off his shirt and toss it aside. I drank in the sight of him—broad shoulders, strong arms, every scar and line a testament to the man I loved. “Oh, I’m gonna show you. Gonna show you exactly what you’ve got. What belongs to you forever.” He moved to me next, his movements slow and deliberate. He slipped my top over my head, dropped it to the floor, his gaze raking over me like he was starving. “Look at you. Perfect. Every curve, every inch, all mine. All mine to see, all mine to touch, all mine to taste.” Then he kissed a path down my neck, over the curve of my shoulder, lingering at the swell of my breast. His tongue circled my n****e until I arched into him with a gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders. “So sensitive. So responsive. Love how you feel under my hands—soft, warm, already wanting more.” He took his time, learning every shiver, every little sound I made, like he was memorising me all over again. When his hands slid down to undo my jeans and pull them down my legs, he knelt in front of me, kissing the soft skin of my hips, the sensitive dip just above my thigh, making my knees go weak before he even touched me where I needed him most. “So soft here. So warm. And I know you’re wet for me. Dripping just waiting for me to touch you, aren’t you, my future wife?”

When he finally stood and carried me to the bed, laying me back gently, his eyes were dark and burning. He kicked off his jeans and boxers, then came over me, covering my body with his own, heavy and warm and perfect—hard and throbbing against my hip, ready and waiting. “Look at us. Made to fit. Me over you, my weight on you, exactly where I belong.” He kissed me slow and deep, his hand sliding between us, his fingers stroking me until I was writhing, pleading, my hips lifting to meet his touch. “So wet. So slick. All for me. Just one finger and you’re already falling apart. Imagine what I’m gonna do to you when I’m buried deep inside this perfect little pussy.”

“Please, Ward,” I whispered, my forehead resting against his. “I need you. All of you. Fill me up. Claim me.”

He pushed into me slow, inch by inch, and we both cried out, the stretch and the fullness almost too much, exactly right. “That’s it… take every inch of me. Stretch for me. So tight around me—like you’re clinging on, like you never wanna let go. That’s it, baby… take it all. I’m all yours.” He stayed still for a long moment, letting me adjust, his gaze locked on mine. “So perfect. Made just for me. Built to take me, to hold me, to carry my mark. Exactly where I belong—deep inside my future wife.”

Then he began to move—deep, slow strokes that dragged every sensation out of me, making my breath catch every time he filled me completely. “Right there… deep as I can go. Feel me? Feel how I own you from the inside? Every thrust, every inch—all mine.” He kissed my throat, my jaw, my lips, whispering how much he loved me, how I was his, how he’d never leave me. “Mine. Forever. My fiancée, my wife, the only one I ever want to be inside. No one else ever gets to feel this. No one else ever gets to see you like this. Only me.” When I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, pulling him deeper, he groaned and picked up the pace, hitting that perfect spot over and over until pleasure coiled tight and bright in my belly, and I shattered around him, crying his name as wave after wave washed over me. “That’s it—come for me. Squeeze my c**k. Milk me dry. Let go and let me take care of you. So f*****g beautiful when you fall apart.”

He didn’t stop, though. He kept moving, slow and steady, letting me ride it out, then shifted to pull me on top of him. “Take what you want,” he said, his hands resting heavy on my hips, fingers digging in firm and sure. “Set the pace, sunshine. Ride me exactly how you need it. Use me, baby. I’m all yours. Take control—show me how you want to take your pleasure from mine.”

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and moved slow at first, watching his eyes darken more with every roll of my hips. “That’s it… slow and deep. Grind it into me. Feel how hard I get just watching you? Just knowing you’re on top of me, taking what’s yours?” I went faster, then slower, experimenting, learning what made his breath hitch, what made his grip tighten, what made him say my name like it was the only word that mattered. “Yes… just like that. Faster. Harder. Take me exactly how you want me. You feel so good, Casey. So perfect.” He sat up after a while, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my chest and neck, and the angle made him go deeper, sending sparks shooting through me all over again. “Deeper now… can you feel how far I go? How I own every part of you from the inside? Come on my c**k, baby. Come deep with me.”

He rolled us next, pulling me onto my side so we were face to face, his leg hooked over mine to open me up more. He pushed into me deep and slow, his lips brushing mine with every thrust. “So close like this. Can feel every inch of you, every beat of your heart, every flutter around me. This is how we’re gonna be every night. Wrapped up, skin to skin, nothing between us but love and need.” It felt softer, more intimate, like we were joined in every way possible. He held my hand, lacing our fingers together, and told me about the life we’d have—quiet mornings, long drives, days where we did nothing but stay in bed like this—until I was falling apart again, clinging to him, my heart overflowing. “Gonna wake up hard for you every morning. Gonna fill you up slow and sweet before the day even starts. Gonna love you this way every single night for the rest of our lives.”

Then he knelt at the edge of the bed, pulled me to the edge too, and lifted my hips so he could take me deeper still. He held me steady, his grip firm but gentle, watching my face the whole time, letting me see exactly how much he loved what we were doing. “Look at me. I want you to see who you belong to. Who’s burying himself as deep as he can go inside you. Forever.” He moved faster now, harder, making me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets, every sensation sharp and bright. “Harder now. Deeper. Gonna make you scream so loud they hear us downstairs. Gonna make sure you feel me tomorrow when you walk. Gonna mark you inside and out so you never forget exactly who you belong to.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled back and sat against the headboard, pulling me back onto his lap. “One more,” he said, kissing my shoulder, his hands roaming firm and sure over my body, cupping, squeezing, claiming. “Together this time. Come with me. Fall apart in my arms at the exact same second. I wanna feel you shatter around me while I fill you up completely.”

He held me tight, moving inside me as I moved against him, our rhythm matching perfectly, building higher and higher until we were both trembling, our breaths coming fast and ragged. “I love you,” he groaned, his face buried in my neck, his voice ragged and raw. “Forever yours. This body, this heart, this c**k—all yours. Every last bit.”

“Forever yours,” I echoed, and that was what pushed us over the edge together. We came at the same time, clinging to each other like we were the only solid things in the world, pleasure bursting through us until we were both breathless and sated, him pouring everything he had deep inside me, holding me so tight it felt like we’d become one. “That’s it… take it all. Every drop. All mine. Forever.”

We stayed tangled together long after, his hands still roaming over my skin, soft and reverent, like he couldn’t stop touching me even when we were done, kissing every inch he could reach, murmuring mine and wife and forever against my skin. Every kiss, every caress, felt like a promise—one we’d keep for the rest of our lives.