How was it possible to feel tethered and untethered? But that was how she made him feel, grounded and yet completely unhinged. Which was why this felt safe.
His mouth collided with hers as he fisted her shirt, tearing it in two, exposing her prefect breasts. He lapped at each with his tongue, biting them gently as he sucked her skin into his mouth.
She writhed beneath him, hips arcing into his. His cock throbbed, desperate to sink into her heat.
He sat back and pulled off her shorts. Hooking his hands under her ass, he dragged her to his mouth, devouring her cunt, eyes locked on her face as hers rolled back, mouth parting with each pleasurable moan.
“Yes,” she panted, gripping his braids. “Please, please, please.”
She ran out of air, breath escaping in a single, guttural moan as she came against his mouth, body convulsing, legs shaking.
He released her when she relaxed and then flipped her on her stomach. Dragging her hips to him, he ran his teeth over her perfect ass as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his dick.
He kissed up her spine, bracing his arms on either side of her, cock slipping between her legs. He fisted her hair and kissed her jaw, whispering gruffly in her ear.
“I fucking love you,” he said.
Her answer was a breathless shudder as he rocked back on his heels. He reached between her legs, fingers teasing her dripping cunt.
Fuck, she was hot.
He gripped his cock and slammed inside her. She gasped, head turned to look at him as he thrust into her again and again.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck.”
He reached for her hair and held her tight before his arm banded around her waist and he pulled her upright, one hand squeezing her breasts, the other rubbing her clit.
When he slipped out, he took the opportunity to shove his pants off. He stayed on his knees, and she turned to face him. He pulled her close, grinding her wet heat over his swollen dick. She clung to him, eyes dreamy, fingers tracing the curve of his lips.
“Would you ever marry me?” she asked her voice a heady whisper.
His eyes widened, her question breaking through the haze of arousal. “What?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m not saying we have to get married now,” she said. “I was just wondering if you’d thought about it. About…marriage.”
“No,” he said.
“No?” she repeated, brows lowering, eyes clouded with confusion.
Fuck.
“No,” he said again, pausing as he scrambling to find the words he really wanted to say. “Fuck. That’s not what I meant.”
But her hold on him had already lessened and he felt like he was losing her.
“What did you mean?” she asked. There was an edge to her tone that betrayed her hurt, though she tried to sound stern.
He held her as tight as he could.
“Gods, I fucked this up,” he said, pausing to take a breath. “I have thought about marriage. I want to marry you. I bought you a ring. Naia helped me pick it out. Then I lost it. That’s what I was doing tonight, trying to find it. Then I got stuck in that stupid trap and…”
She cut him off with a kiss and then pulled back. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said and kissed him again, longer this time, easing his panic.
“I’m sorry about the ring,” he said, breathless from her love.
