He’s waiting for me in the deeper water, and his eyes are devouring me.
My pulse quickens, and I know I’m looking at him the same way.
The fire has already been burning for hours, and our clothes are long gone. We’re supposed to be cooling off and rinsing the sweat away.
My legs are still shaky from the amount of orgasms he’s given me.
Sin prowls closer, and I raise a brow. “Should I be worried about you? Can immortals get dehydrated?”
I’m teasing, considering I don’t feel any discomfort through our bond. Still, his stamina is jaw-dropping.
He throws me a wicked grin, and in the next second, my legs are wrapped around his waist, and his body is flush against mine.
I clench my thighs around him, and our eyes meet.
Awe, love, contentedness, and unbridled need flow through the bond as our emotions tangle.
“Oh, you should be very worried,” he whispers as he arches me back to suck on one of my nipples.
“And why’s that?” I ask, a little breathless.
He hums, dragging his teeth across the sensitive peak, before pulling me back against him. “You’ve justwashed off every trace of me, and now I’m going to need to fill up every one of your holes.” His hands settle on my ass, spreading me open.
My core tightens as the desire between us continues to build. The head of his cock slides against my entrance, still sensitive from just moments before, when he fucked me until I saw stars.
I grind against him, his tip just barely entering me.
His low voice ghosts over the sensitive shell of my ear, “I want to fuck you until it’s impossible to wash me away. I want you so filled with me that even when we’re apart, you’ll still feel me inside you. And unless you tell me to stop, I’ll do it every time my scent dares to leave your body.”
He slowly pushes into me, and every inch sends shockwaves of pleasure rolling through me.
“Is that what you want? Do you want to be so completely claimed that not a single soul will dare question that you’re mine?” he purrs.
He drives in deep enough to steal my breath, and I throw my head back with a moan.
Sin fists his hand in my hair, gently tugging me back to look at him.
“Words, kitten,” he coaxes, pulling back just an inch, before thrusting into me.
A breath gets caught in my throat as I take in his intense expression, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he’s being serious.
The thought sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing through me.
I lean up so that our lips are just a hair’s breadth apart. “Yes. You’re mine, Sin. And I want you to make me yours in every way possible.”
His fingers tighten against me, and something like vulnerability pulses through the bond.
I pull back, just enough to take in his expression.
“Marry me,” he whispers, eyes searching mine.
My heart stutters.
I barely get out a breathless “okay,” before his mouth crashes against mine.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me, and joy pulses between our bond.
I kiss him just as passionately, needing him to feel how much he means to me, how there is no universe where I wouldn’t choose him.
