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My hips rose up, begging for more and he froze. Banding an arm around my hips, he pinned me to the bed before sliding down. Eliot dove into my pussy with a fervor, unrelentless, his fingers never leaving me as he held me in place with his body and the ties.

“Please,” I begged. And he looked up, his fingers still moving, stroking inside me, having me jumping and shivering, desperately trying not to come, trying to be good.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, freezing, refusing to move as my body was held on a precipice.

“I already said yes!” I wailed, and he didn’t move.

“Say it again.” He slid all the way out before pushing back in with renewed force.

“Yes! I’ll marry you!” I yelled, my body flexing against his hold, reaching for an orgasm. Sweat dripped down my spine, my body feeling feverish as I fought harder against the binds.

“Good.” He pressed a brutal kiss to my mouth before pulling back, muttering against my lips.

“You ready to be my wife?” he asked, looking down at me.

“You ready to be my husband?” I bit back. That dark smile, nothing more than a crooked tilt to his mouth, only fanned the flames higher. The look was only for me, only for us.

“Yes. For you. Only you.” There was no need for more words.

Settling over me, Eliot held my thigh open, sliding into me in one stroke that had both of us moaning. My back arched off the bed, my chest pressing against him. He wound his hand through my hair, yanking my head to the side. His teeth glided down my throat, and the sting had my hips jerking harder against him.

Eliot’s hands slide down my body, grabbing my legs and pulling them over his shoulder. I gasped at the sensation, at how much deeper he reached.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes locked on where we were joined. One hand on my ankles, his other slid down to press on my clit, and I exploded, jerking in his hold but unable to move.

He never slowed down, never changed the pace, and all I could do was take it. My oversensitized body short-circuited as it was hit with a surprise second orgasm. It was sharp, almost painful.

Eliot’s body dropped over mine, his movements slowing as I felt his release filling me. Our breathing was labored, our bodies sticky and flushed. He untied my hands, massaging my wrists before resting them against his chest.

“Whatever you wanna do for the wedding, make it happen. Six months tops,” he told me, and all I could do was sigh contentedly. My eyes fell on my ring, resting against Eliot’s chest.

Thoughts of going back to sleep were quickly thrown away as he pulled me under him, insisting on making sure he got my fervent commitment to marry him two more times.

Another hour passed and we finally managed to get out of bed. We took a lazy shower where I let Eliot do most of the work, before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Sitting at the kitchen island, I watched as he cooked shirtless. It was hard to focus between watching his bare chest and back, or remembering the ring now on my finger. When Eliot was done cooking, he sat at the stool next to me, pulling my chair closer so we were touching.

Just the two of us, we chatted aimlessly, laughing between bites of food and stolen kisses. As we were finishing breakfast and possibly heading back to the bedroom, the doorbell rang.

“Wake up, bitches! You’re about to get a whole lot of company.” Charlie’s loud voice was audible from outside as she alternated between knocking and attacking the doorbell.

“What’s going on?” Eliot yanked the door open, immediately searching for a threat.

“Anything wrong with your Wifi? Your cell phone providers?” She stood in the living room, looking exasperated, as if angry with the both of us.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, instinctively reaching for Eliot.

“Is that a ring?” Charlie shrieked, and I jumped. Eliot pulled me into his side and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“It is. We’ve had a bit of an exciting morning over here already. So maybe you can clue us in on what you’re going on about?”

Charlie frowned, rearing to fight back but visibly stopping herself.

“Woosah. Ocean waves. Sunrise. Happy place,” she muttered to herself. “You’re lucky you have a a damn good reason for going dark on the day you two become fucking famous. The article launched early. Front page shit. It was picked up by all the local outlets and some of the national syndicates. The photos of you two are fucking hot and are already trending all over social media. Not to mention the shit that’s going on with Beth’s foundation. But first, let me see that ring.” Charlie reached for my hand, and I couldn’t help the happy smile that broke over my face.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I asked. Charlie nodded.

“It is. It’s perfect for you. Good job, E.” She complimented Eliot warmly.