“I’ll marry you, Sawyer.”
I slip the ring onto her finger, lean down, and kiss her again—soft this time, reverent.
And just like that, all the noise of the world fades out until there’s nothing left but her heartbeat, my breath, and the quiet certainty that for the first time in my life, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
Chapter 40-Sawyer
The ring gleams faintly on her finger, silver catching the glow of the bedside lamp.
She turns her hand, watching it sparkle, and then looks up at me through those lashes that always seem to undo me.
I swear the air changes.
It thickens, hums.
The same current that’s always been between us—wildfire and gravity all at once—catches like it’s been waiting.
“Say it again,” she whispers.
My voice comes out low, rough, meant only for her.
“You’re mine, Lil Bit.And I’m yours.Love you so goddamn much.”
Her breath stutters.
Then she’s moving—shoving me back so I’m flat on the bed, crawling over me with her damp skin, slow and sure.
The lamplight sliding over wet hair, bare shoulders, the curve of a smile that’s all invitation and trust—she’s so goddamn beautiful, it hurts.
When she reaches me, her hands find my face.Her thumbs trace the cut of my jaw, rough from a day that feels like a lifetime, and she studies me like she’s memorizing the shape of safety.
I catch her wrists, bring her palms to my chest.
“Feel that?”My heartbeat hammers under her touch.“That’s yours now.”
She nods, silent tears slipping down, and I kiss them away.
One.
Then another.
And when her mouth meets mine, it isn’t about possession —it’s about promise.
The world blurs at the edges.The scent of rain-clean skin and soap.The warmth of her breath when she whispers my name like a prayer.
Every place our skin touches feels like we’re writing something new, something gentler than either of us ever thought we’d get.
Her tongue tangles with mine, and as much as I love to see her ride me, I know I need to be in charge.So I flip us, I use my legs to spread hers wider and I rise up on my knees.
Fuck, she’s so perfect.Her glorious body is soft and pink from the shower.Her big tits fit my hands perfectly as I run them over her skin, pinching her hard nipples and groaning when my gaze lands on her glistening sex.
She’s soaked, needy and writhing beneath me as I kiss and lick and pay homage to her—only her.
“Please.Sawyer,” she begs, and I am so there for it.
I fit my dick to her entrance, and I push, slamming forward until our hips meet.
“Fuck.You feel so fucking good.My Lil Bit.My love,” I growl, and I swear I can feel the vibration rolling through me and to her.
