“Kolt,” She gasps, “I can’t.” Her body shakes, “I’m going to come.”
“Good,” I growl, thrusting up into her as her hips twitch and her grind becomes jerky, “Come for me, Ness.”
She cries out as her pussy begins to convulse around my cock, but I don’t stop, I fuck her through her orgasm, keeping her on her knees above me as I find my own pleasure, spilling up into her with a groan. She collapses down onto me, her breaths coming out in hard, heavy puffs as my fingers trail up her spine.
“I love you,” I whisper to her, kissing her neck.
It’s later that night, when the room is dark and I have her in my arms, neither of us having spoken for some time now.
“You sleeping, trouble?” I rasp into the dark.
“No,” She whispers back, her fingers whispering over my chest.
“Marry me.”
“What?” She jerks up.
“Marry me. Be my wife.”
“Are you serious right now?” She asks.
“Very serious, trouble. Marry me.” I can’t see her in the dark, but I know she’s staring down at me or at least trying to, “Become my wife. Be Mrs. Avery.”
“Mrs. Avery-Hale,” She corrects.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes,” She whispers, “Yes I’ll marry you.”
“We can get a ring,” I tell her, “Whatever one you want.”
“Kolt,” She stops me mid-sentence. “Shut up and kiss me.”
So, I do.
Epilogue
One year later
My feet sink into the sand, the sun just setting on the horizon, setting fire to the calm waters surrounding Ravenpeak Bay. Music continues to play behind me but now I’m further from it, it’s muffled and low. The party continues there, our wedding day coming to an end.
Vanessa had wandered off about twenty minutes ago, she’d said she needed to use the bathroom but then I’d received a text.
She’d asked if I remembered the way to the cave, which I did, and when I’d told her that, she’d told me to meet her there.
As I round the corner, I find her, her gorgeous lace dress pooled around her as she sits on a blanket with pillows piled up and a small box in front of her. Her blonde hair is pulled up into thiselaborate updo, with curls and flowers pinned in and her skin glows, the summer sun giving her a tan and popping up her freckles.
“Hi,” She smiles at me.
“Wife,” I grin.
“I wanted a moment with you,” she tells me, looking down as a blush steals over her cheeks. Going to her, I take a seat in front of her, plucking up her left hand to run my finger over her wedding band.
Mine.
She is mine.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
