Both his hands hold my ass, and he growls, pressing his forehead into mine.
“Always. I own you, Countess.”
“Then I own you too. I own all of you, Dr. Stefan Hayes. I own El Búho. I own Stone. Each dark part of you belongs to me. All of you.”
I move his cock directly at my entrance. “Help me. Make me feel how much you’re mine.” He slams me down, shoving his cock deep inside. The immediate penetration, the tight stretch, makes me scream and then groan when he lifts me off his cock until just the tip is inside me before forcing me down again. He fucks me standing on the side of the road, and I hold onto his neck, feeling every inch of him hitting my cervix.
His eyes glow, turning almost black as he fucks me, his fingers tunneling into my buttocks as he relentlessly drills inside me. My clit hits his pelvic bone and
“Yours, Countess. Yours. Do you feel how much I belong to you?”
“Yes, Stone. Yes. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“Not until the day I die, Countess.”
Pulling up to the cabin,I climb off. My legs feel like jelly, my inner thighs slip and slide against each other from Stone’s cum. He climbs off after me and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder.
“I’m going to get dizzy like this, Stone. Put me down,” I say, slapping his taut ass.
Climbing the steps, he punches in the new code he created, and we enter the home I’ve lived in with him for the last four months.
It looks the same, except for an addition that Stone has been building for months. A studio for me. It’s perfect, and when he began hauling logs to add to the existing structure, I was humbled and shocked that he was so quick to make a space for me.
He ignores me, and I smile, pinching his ass. “I’ll start to vomit and might be able to have sex again.”
That does the trick, and she sets me down.
“Brat. And just so you know, your vomit doesn’t offend me.”
“Even when my breath stinks?” I push my tangled hair out of my eyes and glare up at him.
He shrugs, never taking his eyes off me. “I’ll fuck you no matter what your breath smells like. Strip, Countess. I haven’t nearly fucked you enough. Leave the boots.” He unties his shoes, leaving them right in the entryway of the door. He drags his T-shirt over his head. His big body looks better than ever. His last tattoo is healing, and I wonder if he will add another line to his tally marks. The trip with Riggs and Onyx most likely ended with him doing what he does best: getting rid of monsters. He told me he wouldn’t stop, and I don’t expect him to. Getting rid of men like El Jefe is what he does. It’s his way of righting wrongs. I don’t want to change him. I worry, of course, but from what I can see, Stone is the one people should be afraid of.
“I’m waiting, Countess.”
I pull my skirt down and step out of the black pool at my feet, leaving my boots on as he requested. My T-shirt is next to go, and when he sees my chain with his ring nestled over the phoenix tattoo he inked onto my skin, his body visibly shakes.
“Did I tell you I missed you?”
I stand proudly in front of him, naked and covered in his tattoo designs.
He steps closer, kissing my shoulders and the dramatic designs he took hours to craft.
He kisses all my scars. The ones you can’t see. The ones he’s covered up. He whispers over my heart. “Mine. My lady. My life. My blood. My heart is yours.”
He says it every time he touches me, letting me know that I’m safe with him, and I whisper it backwards.
“My heart is yours. My blood. My life. My lord. Mine.”
He picks up my hand and kisses the palm, before putting something inside it.
I frown at the small black pouch. Opening it, I pour the contents out into my palm. Out falls a ring,
I pick it up, and he slides it onto my finger.
“You are my heart. The breath in my lungs. I thought I would ruin you, but you ruined me Countess. Ruined me for anything other than being able to call you mine. I’m too old for you and filled with sin, but instead of being buried in my ash, you helped me rise like a phoenix. Marry me.”
I lean forward and hold his face. “You’re mine until the end of time. I love you, too. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
