Loving Lily(15)

“S … sure,” I hesitantly said, wondering if he was going to make a point or not. I needed him to get on with this damn torture. I had been waiting all night for this.

Drake made a dry laugh, as if to say he knew I was lying through my teeth. “Ah, Lil, you’re never going to convince me to fuck you now if you’re not going to get your head out of the gutter.”

“I’m listening.” I was pretending to, but who cared really?

“Were you now?” he murmured before taking his cock and teasing me with his head by going in a tad before immediately pulling it out to flick my sensitive clit with it. He repeated this a few more times, and each time, he evoked a yelp of protest from me.

“Drake!” I shrieked with annoyance and desperation. “If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to God I will not let you enjoy this body for the next ten years. So if you want to play sadistic games with me, tonight’s not the night? Got it, babe?”

“Jesus. Okay! Okay, Lil.” He surrendered by pounding his cock into me a few times before he set his lips close to my ear, declaring, “I love bossy women, most especially a wife who has her pussy desperately weeping for her husband’s cock.” He delivered his point by driving into me more forcefully, making me shake as it took my breath away before adding, “I tease because I need you to be very aroused, so aroused that you’re going to let me fuck you even though you’re asleep. I won’t stop until the last drop of my nut is disposed of inside your womb.”

“P-p-please, do,” I stuttered, feeling the brunt of his message as he took my body harder with each thrust. I could feel his cock going into unchartered places inside me. I could feel the weight of his words, needing to drive home the message. I could feel the intensity of his love, showing me a world he and I could make with each other. Making love with him would always be this magical. Even on that first night in Mexico, when he took my virginity, he took me to a place no man ever could. It was only Drake who could make it happen.

He alone could draw out this wanton side of me, surrendering to him fully.

All night, just as he vowed, he played with my body until I was going in and out of consciousness from too much pleasure.

The hunger we had for each other, the magic we made, it was ours and no one had better dare to attempt to take it away. I wouldn’t let them. They could try, I knew they would, but I wouldn’t let any of them win. Because, no matter how much they tried to kill my confidence, when Drake loved me that way, I was left with no choice other than to fight them all with double the tenacity my husband unleashed inside me.

He chose me.

Me. Not any of those bimbos, but me—The Lily he knew. With all of my flaws, riddled with endless insecurities and forever questioning everything related to him, he had accepted me.

Therefore, I had better accept that and love him the way he loved me, no questions asked.





Chapter 8

Drake



A bone-chilling scream coming from the bathroom woke me with a startle.

“Lil?” I yelled as I jumped out of bed. “Lily?” I barked out upon entering the bathroom. The shower was running, and I could immediately hear Lily’s cries coming out from the foggy glass section. “Are you okay in there?” I was gripping the metal handle bar, ready to jump in there if she needed me.

What had happened? I wondered with a heavy heart.

“Drake …?” There was a crack in her voice when she opened the door, soaking wet and with red-rimmed eyes, before holding up a finger with what appeared to look like blood on it. “What does this mean? I had pains in my lower abdomen, and then this came …”

Breath. This isn’t what it looks like, my brain was trying to assess things as I told myself not to get my emotions involved. My wife was seconds away from having a panic attack or a breakdown, maybe both, and I couldn’t risk emotions getting in the way, so I had better keep a clear head.

Clearing my throat, I masked my fears before giving her a straight face, gazing at her with unwavering eyes. “First, let’s get you out of the shower. We’ll take this one step at a time. Don’t draw up any conclusions, Lil, not until the doctor sees you.”

Her tears fell, making me feel more frightful inside.

“Baby, come here, please,” I begged, needing to hold her.

She shook her head again before her eyes dropped to the blood on her finger. “I did it again, didn’t I?” she whispered, making me feel guilty because it was me who had been hard on her body the night before. It was my fault, not hers. However, I couldn’t very well say that out loud, not until the doctor told us there was no hope.