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In which a love morally forbidden by society becomes to potent to ignore.
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"I love you, Eden."
"I love you, Huxley."
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Previously titled 'White Ca...
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HUXLEY KING
I dug my nails into my thigh, shifting again in my seat trying to rearrange the bulge in my pants. This was the fucking worst possible time to get hard but I couldn't help it. My stunning just looked so delectable right now and all I wanted to do was eat her. Seeing her get territorial, my fucking God, it turned me on even more.
I cleared my throat gaining Eden's attention. "Stunning, what do you want for dessert?" She bit her lip and moved forward. I darted my eyes to her fingers which were swirling nonsense into the tablecloth. It was the cutest and sexiest thing ever. Swirling her fingers onto whatever hard surface is in front of her. I added on quickly, "From here."
I saw soft disappointment wash over her face making my heart heavy. I hated it when she was upset. I didn't ever want her to be sad. Her happiness was my happiness. Her sadness was my sadness.
I watched her carefully as she picked up her menu and looked at the dessert options. I saw her eyes glaze over and I reach over and tugged one of her hands into my own. Eden looked at me and I winked at her, mouthing: "later."
The small smile that lit up her features made my heartbeat quicken. Fuck, I love this woman so much. I smiled happily, kissing her knuckles.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, as usual, but today I saw the glow she had around her. She looked happy and vibrant and radiant. She looked as if the world revolved around her, even her simple and casual outfit.
Pregnancy suits her. The thought set off a spew of dirty images in my mind. Ones that consisted of breeding her again and again. I cleared my throat, picking up my menu.
I scanned the options until my eyes landed on one that sounded good enough to eat. Once I decided, I put my menu down. I looked up, only to catch Eden staring at me expectantly. I chuckled, calling the waiter over.
"Hey guys, what would you like to order?"
"The coconut sable raspberry sorbet, please," Eden spoke quickly. A sweet smile took hold of her lips as she blinked a few times with her eyes wide. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white in an attempt to calm my anger directed at the fucker who was looking at my stunning like she was a fucking meal.
Nobody could do that but me. Eden King was mine. My eyes bugged slightly and I shook my head.
Calm down, Huxley. You're not married yet. But God did I want to be.
I wanted everybody to know she's mine. I smiled softly as she played with the napkin on the table, looking at it intensely.
I looked at the waiter again, ready to take my order, and all my anger came flooding back. He was still looking at her. I knew my girl was stunning but she was fucking taken. Read the room, you fucking asshole. I cleared my throat harshly. He turned and faced me, slight annoyance in his eyes.
