He carries me down the hall, not stopping until he enters my bedroom. He gently places me on the bed, disconnecting us, and I instantly wish he hadn’t. He starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, and I sit up on my knees so I can pull my dress off over my head. His gaze meets mine, and it’s like he forgot what he was doing as he soaks me in.
“Are we going too fast?” I ask.
“Move in with me,” he blurts, and I shake my head, taken aback.
“Now, that’stoofast.”
“I’ll move in with you, then,” he counters, and kicks off his shoes before he undoes his pants.
“Soren,” I say in a scolding tone.
“Marry me.”
I laugh at his outrageous requests until he’s standing in front of me naked. The sight of his nude body shuts me up quickly.
“I’ll take you to the courthouse as soon as it opens if you say yes.” And strangely enough, I believe him.
“We would need a prenup.”
He smirks at that, as if he’s just happy that I’m considering it.
But I’m really not.
Am I?
Why would I do that?
“I don’t need one. You can have everything if you leave me.” He steps toward the bed, eyes open and honest. “I only need you.”
“How romantic,” I gush as I lay a hand on his chest.
“I’m not romantic, and I’m not joking.” He rests his hands on my hips, and I lean closer to him. He reaches behind my back and unclips my bra, then pulls it from my body. His finger lifts my chin to look at him.
“Marry me.”
“Fuck me,” I say back.
“That I can do.”
His lips crash down on mine. His arms wrap around me, and then he proceeds to lay me back on the mattress. His mouth leaves mine, and he drags his teeth over my chin and down my neck until he reaches my nipple. He bites it, hard enough to leave marks, before he slides even farther down my body.
It doesn’t take him long before he’s at my vagina, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. And then his mouth is on me. He does that thing with his tongue where he flicks it over my clit before circling it with the tip. It hits all theright spots, and it isn’t long before I match his rhythm and press myself closer to his mouth. I can tell he likes it, because he lets out a growl and then repeats the process until I can’t stand it.
My fingers clutch the bedding as I come hard. Soren’s mouth disappears from between my legs, and a second later, I feel him at my entrance. He slides in, ever so slowly, knowing how big he is, and pauses.
“You take me so well,” he praises as he watches his cock press farther inside me.
“Deeper,” I whisper, liking how it feels.
He pushes in some more, and I feel so good, so full, wanting him to start moving.
When I think he’s almost all the way in, he pauses and looks at me. “Deeper?”
I nod, and he thrusts the rest of the way in.
I watch as he holds his breath, squeezing his eyes closed.
“Move,” I demand, and he does.
