His hand runs down my hair, and he holds me to him. “Good surprise?”
I cling to him. “The best. Thank you. Thank you so much.” I can’t even begin to describe what this feels like. To be shed of the past and born anew. What it will mean and do for Jaqueline and her future.
He pulls back and wipes my tears with his thumbs. “Marcella Alexander, will you do me the enormous honor of marrying me?”
My eyes bulge. “What!”
He smiles at my reaction, but there are nerves in his eyes. “You’re my girlfriend, and it’s been fun and all, even when you tried to break up with me. But you’re more than just my girlfriend. You’re what makes the blood pump through my body. Every cell I’m comprised of has your name on it. I love you. I want you to be my princess. I want us to chart our new future together.”
More tears fall, but before I can respond, he pulls a box out of his pocket and opens it. Inside is a large pink diamond heart on a solid platinum band. He stares down at it as it glimmers up at me.
“This came from Desta’s tiara,” he explains. “I found it in the safe after Marie broke into the home and possibly retook the tiara. Maybe it’s weird to make your engagement ring out of that, but I wanted to make something beautiful from something tragic. Bring hope and love from something lost and broken.”
I cup his cheeks and stare into his eyes. God, this man. How did I get so lucky to find this man? So beautiful. So charming. My midnight prince.
“Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ll be your princess, though I can already tell you I will never want to be called that.”
He laughs, the sound jubilant. I draw his face to mine and kiss him with everything I have. Everything I am. Everything I want to be.
He pulls the ring from the box and slips it onto my finger before he kisses me again. Then it’s nothing but breath and lust and love. His shorts hit the floor, and his body crawls over mine. He interlocks our hands, and with his eyes on mine, he pushes deep inside me. My back bows at the intrusion, at thefullness of him. My eyes close but only for a moment. I don’t want to look away from him.
Not for another second.
I want to feel him inside of me always. Knowing this connection, this love, can never be severed. We’ve been through hell together. Tested our limits. And came out indestructible on the other side.
He pumps into me, filling me up, making me feel every inch of him. His head dips, and his mouth takes mine. I climb my leg up to his shoulder, setting my calf there so he can fuck me deeper. Kiss me harder. Bend me in fucking half.
“Marcella,” he whispers. “I need you.”
“You have me. I’m here. I love you.”
He growls, pummeling his hips harder into me. My hand with the ring is still locked with his, but his other hand plants into the bed beside my head, using it for leverage. But he wants more. We’re not close enough.
He rolls us over until I’m on top and he’s sitting against the headboard. His arms wrap around me, and I sink back down on his cock, moaning at how fucking perfect that feels.
“Only me, mia stella. Say it.”
My head falls back as I start to bounce on him. “Only you. My prince.”
He groans and thrusts up into me, making my eyes roll back into my head.
His hand is all over my tits, squeezing and pinching and pulling. He drags one up to his mouth and sucks my nipple in hard.
Oh fuck, yes.
Heat is already curling up through me, growing stronger with every pump and push of his cock. His tongue dives back into my mouth, making me groan, and the heat between my thighs burns hotter. I’m on fire. My clit pulses as I rub it against his pelvic bone every time I come down on him.
He presses me down harder, shoving himself in more and more to get to that exact spot. The one I need him to hit.
“Yes!” I cry, especially when I feel his finger on my asshole. He loves to play here, and he hasn’t taken it yet. But I know it’s only a matter of time. I haven’t sucked him off yet either. All these things we have yet to do, but now that I’m healthy and strong again, I know there’s no limit. It shoots a thrill through me and has me moaning.
He smiles against my lips. “What are you thinking about?”
“Sucking you off. Having you fuck my ass.”
He groans, low and loud. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re going to make me come.” He pants against my mouth as we rub and grind and ride.
I hold the back of his head and kiss a trail up his neck. “Not yet,” I tease. “But after you do, I want those lessons. I want to put you deep down my throat.”
