Now or never, Walker. Don't fuck this up.
I reach into my pocket, pulling out the small velvet box. Not getting on one knee—that's not us, not our style. Just holding it out to her, my heart in my throat.
"Marry me," I say, the words coming out more demand than question. I soften my tone, try again. "Be mine, Priscilla. Officially. Forever."
Her eyes widen, flicking between my face and the box in my hand. "Woodrow..."
"I know it's fast," I cut in, needing to get the words out before I lose my nerve. "I know this whole thing is fucking insane—the way we met, everything that's happened. But I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I will protect you, provide for you, worship you until my last fucking breath. I will kill anyone who tries to harm you. I will burn the world down to keep you safe. Just…be mine. Officially."
I open the box, revealing the ring inside. Not a traditional diamond—too common, too expected for a woman like her. Instead, it's a deep green emerald surrounded by smallerdiamonds, set in white gold. The color reminded me of the flecks of green in her hazel eyes when she's aroused.
She stares at it for what feels like an eternity, tears welling in those beautiful eyes. Just when I think I've miscalculated, pushed too hard too fast, she throws herself at me, arms wrapping around my neck, the towel coming dangerously loose.
"Yes," she breathes against my lips. "Yes, Woodrow. I'll marry you."
Relief and triumph surge through me in equal measure. I kiss her hard, claiming, possessive, lifting her off her feet as I do. The towel falls away completely, leaving her naked and perfect in my arms.
I carry her to the bed, laying her down with more gentleness than I knew I possessed. She looks up at me, all wide eyes and parted lips, her dark hair spreading across the pillow like a halo. Mine. Forever mine.
"Let me see it on you," I tell her, taking the ring from its box.
She offers her left hand, trembling slightly. I slide the ring onto her finger—a perfect fit, just as I knew it would be. The emerald catches the light, throwing green fire.
"It's beautiful," she whispers, admiring it. "Perfect."
"Like you," I tell her, meaning it more than I've ever meant anything. "Perfect for me."
I strip quickly, efficiently, needing to be skin-to-skin with her, to seal this moment with the joining of our bodies. When I cover her with my weight, her legs part instinctively, welcoming me into the cradle of her hips.
"I love you," I tell her, the words still new on my tongue but no less true for their novelty. "More than I thought possible."
"I love you too," she says, her hands framing my face. "My protector. My monster. My everything."
I enter her slowly this time, savoring each inch, watching her face as she takes me completely. The tight heat of her envelopsme, squeezes me, welcomes me home. Our eyes lock as I start to move within her, a connection deeper than the physical joining of our bodies.
"Never thought I'd have this," I confess, the words pulled from somewhere deep inside me. "Never thought I deserved it. A woman like you. A future. Happiness."
"You deserve everything," she tells me, her hands roaming my back, my shoulders, learning each scar, each imperfection. "And I'll spend my life making sure you believe that."
My thrusts deepen, intensify, emotion making me rougher than I intend. But she takes it, welcomes it, her hips rising to meet each drive of mine, her nails digging crescents into my skin.
"My perfect little girl," I praise, watching her eyes darken at the endearment. "Taking Daddy's cock so well. Going to be my wife. Going to carry my children."
"Yes," she moans, her inner walls fluttering around me at the words. "Want that. Want everything with you."
I reach between us, finding her clit, circling it with my thumb as I continue to move inside her. "Come for me," I command softly. "Let me feel you come around my cock."
She does, her back arching, a cry tearing from her throat as pleasure overtakes her. I follow her over the edge, emptying myself deep inside her with a growl of satisfaction.
But I'm not done with her. Not by a long shot. This night—the night of our engagement—is just beginning.
After we've caught our breath, I roll her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees. She glances back at me over her shoulder, eyes wide but trusting.
"Again?" she asks, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Again," I confirm, already hardening at the sight of her ass in the air, my cum leaking from her pussy. "And again afterthat. Going to claim every inch of you tonight, little girl. Seal our engagement properly."
She wiggles her ass teasingly. "I'm all yours, Daddy."
