“Now about this proposal.” He chuckles. I just about throw a pillow at him before I notice the sincerity in his eyes. “How do you imagine it happening?” He tilts his head, looking more owlish than human.
“First off, you have to be down onone knee.”
A sly smile creeps around his handsome face.
“And if I would like to fall to both my knees?” he purrs, his claws trailing the length of my body.
“Not for our marriage proposal, but um, if you’re suggesting what I think you are, that would be a definiteI do…”
It doesn’t take much more than that for Moth to be on his knees in front of me. Gripping his shoulders, I pull him onto the bed, laying myself out as if the silk sheets were a plate at the dining hall.
“Devour me.” It’s a plea and an order all wrapped in one, and Moth does not hesitate, pulling up multiple layers of tulle until my dress bunches at my knees and obscures my view of him.
I usually like to watch, but there’s something in feeling his kiss slide up my leg never knowing where the next will land that’s equally fun.
Left ankle
Right knee
The fleshy part ofmy thighs
A bite to my skin—a kiss that follows. I moan, unable to anticipate where he’ll be next. Who needs a blindfold when you have aballgown?
He traces the lines of my body, slipping my bloomers off and casting them aside.
“Do you realize how wanted you are?” he whispers, kissing, biting, and kissing again. “How seeing the light in your eyes has been a balm tomy soul?”
A finger teases just the right spot, working in small rhythmic circles until my hands are clutching the bedsheets.
“I need more,” I beg, reaching down to pull his hair, but under all the tulle, it’simpossibletofind him.
“And I intend to give you everything,” he says like a vow in the night. His tongue replaces his fingers, and the sensation of pleasure changes. The rhythm is the same—slow and steady—but the warmth of his mouth sends shivers through me.
“I want you inside me,” I gasp, attempting to flatten the dress so I can see him. Moth angles himself, his head appearing above a cloud of tulle. I can’t help but laugh. He’s dark and sexy, but also so,socute.
“You may have whatever you wish,” he whispers, climbing up. I take in the sight of him; Moth’s bare chest is as pale as the moon sparkling with flecks of gold. Well-defined muscles glint with sweat in the dim light. His wings span out across the ceiling, and I gasp at the sight of my dark angel. His hips grind down onto mine, teasing and temping until he’s pressed lightly against my entrance. I push my body up, enveloping as much of his cock as he allows before he meets me in the middle with a smooth thrust, peppering my shoulders with the same bites and kisses he showered overmy legs.
With the rhythm of two dancers at the end of the night who lean into each beat of the music, our bodies intertwine.
“My flame,” he whispers and it’s honey sweet. His body leads our dance to a place only the two ofus know.
I pull him down, his body heavy on mine, pressing me deep into the fluffymattress.
Grabbing his jaw, our lips crash with a hungry desperation. This kiss is the only thing that will keep my lips from spilling the newfound secrets that sit at the edge of my tongue, waiting for just the right moment to escape.
Each time our bodies meet, the melody between us grows stronger and stronger. Finally, he screams out my name, and we collapse onto the pillows, my head spinning, and skin aching from the countless blissful bites.
God, he’s goodat this.
“So next time,” he begins with a smile, “it is only one knee I am supposed to getdown on?”
“I’ll be honest.” I cuddle in closer. “That was also great.”
13.
Ichoose a high-collared dress in the morning. It bells out like the petals of a flower at the top of my neck, which is not only adorable but also perfectly hides the bite marks on my neck. They’ll be gone by the evening—#thankyouhealingpowers. But for now, they remain a delicious reminder of last night.
Walking down the halls, I can’t believe I got so worked up about the idea of a surprise wedding. Not only could my gown double as a wedding dress, but this place is prettier than any wedding venue I’ve ever swooned over on Pinterest. God, the flowers alone! If I attempted to get even half of these arrangements back home, I’d blow my entire savings. If I wasn’t the sort of person who’d been dreaming about their wedding since middle school, maybe I’d consider a surprise elopement. But for all her drama, it wouldn’t be right without my Mom walking me down the aisle, and my favorite aunts and uncles in attendance.
