“Baby, yes. Wanted this for so long.” Bran was mindless as he watched Raven lift her body high enough that the head of his shaft was close to slipping free before plunging low, taking him again, over and over, until his breath was sawing in and out.
Bran grabbed her hips and, using the leverage, slammed into her body with a hoarse cry of his own. Over and over and over. He slid one hand to where they joined and used his thumb to firmly circle her swollen nub until she was writhing, her rhythm interrupted, her body shuddering with its need to climax.
“That’s it, baby, let go. I want to feel you come.” Bran continued to work Raven’s body. “There, babe! I’m there! Now, oh God, Raven! Fuck yes!”
Bran felt her start to tighten around him. The pulsing, pulling, sucking of her sex around his own set off his own orgasm. He grabbed her hips, pulling her as tight as their bodies could go, filling her full. Bran shuddered, his heart beating so loudly it was the only thing he could hear.
She collapsed on his chest, both of them trying to catch their breath. Their bodies still connected, quivering and hypersensitive. They felt the tiny kicks at the same time.
“Fuck, babe. The baby. Should we have... did we do... let me get you on your back.”
Raven was flippedover so quickly that she and Baby O Boy got a little dizzy. “Bran, I’m fine.” She laughed. “The baby is fine.”
She melted when he placed his hand on top of her belly. “Should we have done... that... I mean, without asking the doctor?”
“Stop worrying, babe. Sex is fine. For as long as we want.” Raven smiled up at him, letting her fingers slowly trace the grooves between his abs. “And I want.” She let her fingers drag lower until the pads of her fingers brushed the small patch of white hairs gracing the base of Bran’s very impressive sex.
“Raven,” he warned.
“I’d like a shower. Join me?”
Raven saw a million emotions race across his face. Lust, love, need, passion. But he hesitated.
He stopped her hand’s exploration. “Will you stay here? Right here? I need to get something before we shower.”
“Of course.”
Bran was off the bed and across the room, pulling out one of the drawers in the dresser that must have held some of his clothes. He unerringly found what he was looking for and turned back to the bed. The city lights from the open bedroom curtains shadowing and highlighting his naked body— the most skilled painter surely couldn’t capture the glorious planes of Bran O’Faolain’s physique.
Raven sat up on the bed, resting her upper body against the padded headboard. Not worrying about covering herself, confident in Bran’s word. He wouldn’t lie to her. He truly would love all the versions of Raven Byrne.
Bran knelt on the bed next to her, his serious expression stopping her initial reaction to reach for him. He opened his right hand, one she hadn’t noticed had been fisted tight, to reveal a small, black box. Oh... She sat ruler straight now. Eyes wide. Her heart hammered hard enough to bruise her chest.
“Raven, do you believe that I love you with my whole heart?”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded off-key, but that was probably the blood roaring in her ears.
“Do you believe that we are meant to be together? Forever?”
“Yes, Bran.”
“Then, would you... do me the honor... the privilege, of being my wife?”
He opened the box to reveal the most exquisite emerald ring. Never had she seen anything half so beautiful in her life. Never dreamt of a ring so lovely.
Her hands were shaking.
His hands were shaking.
Raven moved to her knees, looking into Bran’s eyes.
“Bran. Oh, Bran. I have never been more sure of an answer in my life.” She gently touched her fingers to his cheek.
“Yes.”
When he slipped the delicate band on her ring finger, she cried. Holding her hand out to take in the lovely, lovely ring. She reached up and cupped his beloved face between her hands, the emerald catching Dublin’s light— green fire.
“You are everything I could ever want, ever need. I will honor this marriage as my parents and my grandparents honored their marriages. But...” She felt him stiffen under her hands and heldback a smile, “If you tell anyone that we were both naked in bed when you proposed... I... I will call off the wedding.”
