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Understanding lights up her features and tears form in her eyes as she gives me the next line from the scene, “Anything.”
“Will you marry me?”
She throws her arms around me and laugh-cries. “Yes!”
I pick her up as I stand, crushing her to my chest, kissing her before setting her on her feet.
“You said your lines perfectly!” She wipes the tears from her cheeks. “Did you rewatch the movie without me?”
God no. I could rewatch Deadpool all day long but not the romantic films. “I watched a clip on YouTube.”
I pull her down onto the blanket and pillows I arranged. We lay together looking up at the stars.
“Where should we get married?” she asks, snuggling into my side. “Wolf-Haven?”
I think about it and reject the idea. “Too much pomp and ceremony.” Before she can protest, I say, “I want you to myself. I don’t want to have to go through royal protocols, the announcements, the banners, the gifts.” I shudder, remembering the chaos surrounding Rush and Magdalene’s wedding. “Something quiet.”
She tucks her head into my neck. “Something meaningful,” she says softly as her breath tickles my skin. “As much as I do love a fuss, I like the idea of it being just us.” She thinks about it, then adds, “And Pinky because she’d burn down Los Angeles if we didn’t invite her.”
Grinning at the sky, I say, “Pinky can come. We need a witness anyway.”
“I’m getting married to my handsome prince,” she murmurs, kissing my freshly healed scar. “And we’re going to live happily ever after.”
The bang of a firework startles us.
“I thought they ran out of those things,” I laugh, pulling Vanessa back to my side.
“Zach and Jason went out to buy more. Apparently, they aren’t done lighting up the sky.”
We watch the fireworks as they explode over the movie lot, turning the night into a palette of colour.
Vanessa turns my face to hers with a hand on my cheek. “I think you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“You think?”
She kisses me. “Definitely you’re the best.”
I roll on top of her, caging her in my arms. She looks like an angel with her red hair spread out in a halo around her head and the white rose held between her fingers.
I take the rose from her and run it from her forehead, down her nose, over her chin and throat, dipping it into her cleavage.
Her breathing quickens as I unbutton her blouse, sliding the cool rose petals over her skin. Gooseflesh sweeps over her as she moans and reaches for me.
I knock her arms aside. This is about her. Worshipping my mate as she deserves.
My lips trace the path of the rose, pressing kisses on her skin as I move down her body. Unbuttoning her jeans, I slide them off her legs, pulling her soaking panties with them.
She moans, wiggling as I toss them away.
“You warm enough?”
Her voice comes out husky. “You make a pretty good blanket.”
“I aim to please.”
I press my nose to her center, inhaling her fragrant scent while tickling her belly with the rose. She gasps and squirms, her core flooding as her body heats up. I lap her juices up, licking her in long leisurely strokes, tasting her essence.
It’s a delicious feast, but my cock is telling me to get on with it. I nip at her clit, sucking it against my teeth and playing with it until she’s writhing and keening her pleasure to the sky.
