He chuckles before he reaches into his pocket, “I bought it weeks ago,” He tells me as he shows me the box, “But truthfully, I was fucking terrified to ask in case you came to your senses and realized you weretoo good for me. I know that you are too good, but I want you as my wife anyway and every day, I will prove to you I can be worthy of you. I can show you it. I can show you love; I can be your friend and your partner. I will protect you and our daughter and any other children you want to gift me with.”
He opens the ring box to show a platinum band with a pear-shaped diamond and several smaller diamonds surrounding it.
“Marry me for real, Red.”
“Yes, Sebastian,” I breathe, “Always.”
Chapter Forty-seven
Idon’t wait a second when she steps out of the bath to have her in my arms, my mouth on hers and hands touching every inch of her hot, wet skin. And she gives just as good back, teeth nipping against my lips as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Her legs wrap around my waist when I lift her, the ring still in my hand and not on her finger, where it belongs.
I carry her through to the bedroom, lowering her to the bed with my body following close behind.
“You said yes,” I growl against her mouth, “That means this ring goes on your finger and stays there.”
She smiles up at me as I push up on my knees and lift her left hand, sliding the ring onto her finger. Whenit’s in place, I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it, “You’re mine, Red.”
“Kiss me, Bast,” She pleads, reaching for me. My eyes flick down her body, flushed with heat, water droplets still clinging to her skin and then my mouth is on her again. Her thighs fall apart, allowing me to grind my cock into her, still covered by my sweats.
My tongue pushes passed her lips as her hands tangle into my damp hair but I pull away, trailing my mouth down her jaw and then her throat, sucking and nipping her skin, leaving her little love bites as I make my way down.
She gasps when I close my mouth around a peaked nipple, flicking my tongue against the sensitive little bud and then move to the other one, showing that one just as much attention. Her stomach muscles jump as I continue my journey down, all the way to her pussy where I press a gentle kiss to her clit.
“Sebastian,” She moans my name, fingers threading into my hair once more only for her to grip and pull when I lick her from entrance to clit.
“You’re my favorite fucking meal, Wills,” I groan against her sex, flicking my tongue against her as she bucks her hips and holds me to her as if I’ll ever want to be anywhere else. I slide a hand between her legs, gently inserting two fingers as I focus on her clit and bring her up to the peak. She whimpers and moans, her breaths coming out harder and faster as I push her right off the edge and then grin against her as she pulses, her orgasm forcing a scream from her throat.
I work her through her climax before I pull away and then crawl back up her spent body, holding my weight above her as I let her taste herself from my lips.
“Every man will know you’re mine now, Red, that’s my ring on your finger. You’ll have my name.”
“Yes,” She kisses the side of my mouth.
I yank my sweats down, freeing my aching cock, precum beading on the crown and grab it at the base, swiping the head of me through her soaked cunt. She sucks in a breath as I notch the crown of me into her, stretching her open for me.
“Fuck me, please, Bast,” She wiggles her hips, so I give my girl what she wants and thrust until I’m buried to the hilt inside of her. I pull almost all the way out before I slam back in, jolting her body up the mattress. Her nails bite into my skin, head thrown back in pleasure.
“So fucking pretty,” I groan.
“Don’t stop,” She begs.
“I wouldn’t even dream of it,” I vow to her, fucking her into the bed with deep, hard thrusts. Pleasure shoots down my spine, my balls drawing up tight but like fuck am I finishing without getting another orgasm from her. Gripping her hips, I bring her with me as I rise to my knees, holding her hip with one hand as I use the other to draw precise circles against her swollen clit. She is drenched for me, her arousal coating me and her inner thighs.
“Come for me, baby,” I groan, “Come all over my fucking cock.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her pussy starts to convulse around me, forcing my own orgasm from me. My muscles tighten as I spill into her, neck strained, and teeth gritted. She’s too damn good, feels too damn perfect.
I lower her hips back to the bed and gently slide from her, falling to her side before I pull her into me, both of us wet with perspiration, breaths coming out short and fast.
A few hours later, once we’ve cleaned up and had some food, I hold her in bed, fingers tracing patterns on her bare arm.
“Do you want to live here?” I ask, the darkness a blanket over us.
“At the penthouse?”
“Yes,” I reply, “We can move somewhere else, somewhere with a yard maybe? Outside of the city.”
“I love this penthouse,” She whispers, “But I think I want to raise our children where they can just play if they want.”
