I squeal as he licks my opening, his hot tongue sending a shock through me.
“Keep eating!” Mason hands me a Danish, my favorite, then licks my clit and starts eating me out. His soft strokes against my sore pussy feel so good, I could come right now.
Every time I stop eating, he slows down, so I devour my breakfast as he devours his. I take a harsh bite against another moan, skinning the flakes with my teeth until I crack a tooth, or so I think, until I spit out something shiny.
My breath catches as a ring shimmers on the white sheets, the whole room narrowing to that single sparkle. I know that ring. It’s the princess cut Morelli diamond that was on Alessia’s finger yesterday. A small red note is wrapped around the band with two words.
Marry me
I gasp as Mason digs into me harder. “Answer the question, princess,” he grunts, pulling me lower, flinging my legs over his shoulders to lock me in place.
“There is no question mark,” I complain.There isn’t.
His response is to curl his tongue inside me and go deeper, until I’m writhing against him, with my fingers knotted in his hair.
“Answer me,” he growls.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I scream as the wave hits me so hard, I come on his face instantly.
He rises above me, grinning from ear to ear, licking his lips. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“That was pure coercion.” I hit him in the chest, even though my heart flutters in mine. My brain screams at me in contradiction: It’s too soon. It is. It’s mad, really.
He settles against the headboard and pulls me onto his lap.
“Are you serious?”
“You didn’t want me to leave you again, right?”
See—
Grape.
Vineyard.
“I didn’t mean… It’s…” I stare at the ring between his fingers, out of words.
“Yes?” he prompts, when I can’t voice any protests. Then I find one.
“You’re not even going to go down on one knee?”
“I can go down on both if you want.” He smiles. “I just thought you might prefer to sit on my face instead.”
I bite my lip. He drags me closer until my breasts crush against his chest.
“Enough excuses, Eva.You’re mine.The only way you’re escaping me now is by killing me. So, wear the fucking ring, or put me out of my misery already.”
I stroke his face, heat blooming in my chest at the thought of him being only mine. And for once, I feel what he must when he does mad things to own me.
My turn.
I hold his gaze as I let him slide the ring on my finger, heart skipping several beats as the weight lands on my hand.
“You know this officially makes you mine,” I tell him. “No more fangirls.”
“I wasalwaysyours, little dove.” He laughs. “I haven’t been with another woman since I waltzed with you at The Vault.”
Since The Vault?
