She stepped forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Sasha,” I said softly. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
She nodded wordlessly, her tears doubling as I pushed the ring onto her finger before getting to my feet.
She threw her arms around me, her lips meeting mine in a deep kiss that screamed so many things, but only one mattered.
Forever.
FORTY-TWO
SASHA
We didn’t make it out of my new art studio.
We did make it to the floor, though, Roman’s lips fused to mine in a deep, soul-penetrating kiss as his hands traversed my naked body, his cock deep inside me.
It had been way too long since we’d been together this way.
He broke the kiss off to pay attention to the rest of my body, his lips moving to my jaw, my throat, my collarbone, fiery kisses left in his wake.
An instant gasp escaped my lips, and my back arched as he shifted down and lavished my breast with his tongue. With my nipple in his mouth, his eyes moved to mine, watching my reaction as he flicked his tongue across my sensitive peak. I raked my fingers through his hair, earning a soft groan from him.
After he released my breast, he pressed slow kisses to my skin, moving down. In a moment, he had his face buried between my thighs. His tongue lashed across my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure racing through my body, but I pushed the urge to come away. I didn’t want to let go until he was inside me again.
I fisted his hair and pulled him up.
“What’s the matter, baby?” He gave me an impish, knowing grin.
“I want you inside me.”
“Mm, your wish is my command.”
“Then I wish for it on repeat,” I said breathlessly.
He offered me a flirty smile, chuckled, and shook his head. “This is just for you. You don’t have to worry about me.” He tried to move back down my body, but I grabbed him and refused to let him move.
“Us. It’s for us.”
He smiled sweetly. “Us, baby. I want to watch you come undone for me, though. It’s my only wish.”
I thought about my next move for a moment, then I released him.
“I-I could show you,” I offered shyly.
His brows lifted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
My hand moved down between my legs, sliding between my wet folds.
His eyes widened as he glanced down my body to see what I was doing.
“Are you trying to make me jealous or something?” He growled out. “You know I like touching your pussy, baby.”
I didn’t answer. I just bit my lower lip as I continued to rub slow circles around my clit, knowing damn well it would make him jealous.
“At least let me help,” he said, falling back to sit on the floor between my parted legs. He began to reach for me, but I frowned at him and slapped his hand away. He looked surprised and annoyed all at the same time.
“What? The only way I can touch you is if I fuck you? Dirty fucking girl.”
