“Kiren, I’m... I’m going to...”
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough.
My body locks up, and then I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over me, pulsing around his cock. I cry out his name, my body convulsing beneath him as the orgasm rips through me. He fucks me through it, prolonging the sensation until I am a boneless, quivering mess.
But he isn't done. Before I can catch my breath, he withdraws and flips me over onto my side. He spoons up behind me, his chest against my back, his arm hooking under my leg to lift it high. This position allows him to penetrate even deeper. He slides back into me, the new angle making me gasp. He feels huge like this, splitting me open in the most delicious way.
He sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against my ass. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, loud and rhythmic. One of his hands grips my breast, squeezing the sensitive flesh, his fingers rolling my hard nipple. The other hand slides down to my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that push me toward another peak.
“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear, biting down on the sensitive cord of my neck. “All mine. This pussy, this baby, you.”
“Yours,” I moan, the word torn from my throat. “Only yours, Kiren.”
The possessiveness in his voice drives me wild. I push back against him, meeting his thrusts, taking him as deep as I can. The dual stimulation of his cock inside me and his fingers on my clit is too much. I can feel another orgasm building, fast and fierce.
“Come with me,” he grunts, his rhythm becoming erratic.
He thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt, and stiffens behind me. I feel the hot pulse of his cum as he spills inside me, coatingmy insides. The sensation triggers my own release, and I come again, my walls clamping down on him, milking him for every drop. We ride out the waves together, our bodies moving in sync, until we are both spent.
He collapses against me, his body heavy and comforting, his face buried in the crook of my neck. We stay like that for a short time, our breathing slowly returning to normal, the sticky evidence of our passion cooling on our skin. I can feel his heart beating against my back, a steady, reassuring rhythm. I am full of him, in every way possible, and for the first time in a long time, I am completely at peace.
“You realize,” he murmurs, “Lila will be furious if we keep her guests waiting much longer.”
A quiet laugh escapes me.
“You proposed ten minutes before my baby shower.”
“The timing felt appropriate.”
I shake my head slowly, still smiling. “You’re impossible.”
“Perhaps.” His lips brush mine once more before he pulls away. He slides off the bed and dresses quickly.
“Finish getting ready,” he adds gently.
As he turns toward the door, my hand lifts again, my fingers brushing the ring now resting on my finger. I remain stretched across the bed, watching the sunlight spill across the floor while the reality of everything slowly sinks in.
Laughter drifts faintly up from downstairs, warm and alive in a way this house once wasn’t. Life, family, and a future waiting just beyond that door.
Sunlight fills the gardens by the time I step out onto the terrace. Warm air brushes across my skin, bringing the soft scent of fresh flowers and the faint sweetness of something baking in the kitchen below.
Rows of pale pink roses climb along the stone walls bordering the garden paths. White hydrangeas bloom beside the fountain near the center lawn. Someone has strung delicate ribbons and soft fabric along the terrace railings, the fabric stirring gently each time a warm breeze passes through the yard.
I pause at the top of the stone steps and take it in. The transformation feels almost unreal. Not just the gardens. The house feels different now, too. Months ago, the estate had been filled with tension. Men moving quietly through hallways. Security calls whispered through radios. Doors closing softly behind guarded conversations. Now laughter floats through the open doors. Voices overlap across the lawn. The entire property feels alive in a way I’ve never seen before.
“Rowan!”
Lila’s voice cuts through the sound of conversation below.
I look up just in time to see her weaving through the garden guests toward the terrace steps. Her dark hair moves lightly in the breeze as she climbs the stairs. When she reaches the top step, she stops short, her eyes dropping immediately to my hand.
The diamond glints in the sunlight before I can hide it.
Her mouth falls open. “Oh. My. God.”
I laugh softly, lifting my hand. “It happened about thirty minutes ago.”
Her gaze snaps up to my face. “He proposed before the baby shower?”
