The warmth in her eyes is confession enough, but I want to hear her words, to imprint them into my mind, leaving no doubt that she feels the same.
“Youarewhat confirms the rule.”
“I am!” I bite back the urge to shout it. “Summer,” I start, while her hands glide over my chest. “What I said last night was not an empty promise. I willneverlet go of you. There isn’t a corner in this world where you could hide from me.”
“I’m confused. Are you threatening or flirting with me?” She smirks, unbothered.
“But I also promise you,” I pull her in, my hands on her waist, not paying attention to her teasing, “I’ll make you happy. Put your needs before mine. And protect you. Always. No matter the cost.”
“Now this sounds a lot like a wedding vow.” Her lips brush over mine as she keeps mocking my efforts to lay down the ground rules.
Fuck! It does sound like one.
“It is a vow. And I want one from you now. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” Her surrender is a hot breath of a whisper against my lips.
I give myself a moment for those words to make a victory lap through all the corners of my mind, before claiming her lips.
As I glide my hands to the hem of her dress, she withdraws a bit, letting me peek at the hunger beneath. That look lingers, then twists into a filthy promise.
“Now that we’re done with the vows, did we get to the part where we sacrifice a goat and bathe in its blood?”
I see her.Always hiding her emotionsbehind a wall of humor. But she can’t hide from me.
“No. Now I fuck you until you beg me to stop. I promised I’d make you scream and plead, and I like to keep my promises, too.”
She starts taking steps backward, and the wickedness on her face lures me to follow right after.
“I’ll move in with you on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I want you to fuck me on every surface, every square inch of this huge house, and make it our home like this. Deal?”
A fuckin’ roar tears out of me as I lunge for her, and she squeaks, trying to run away from me, all of a sudden not so brave in her demands.
I catch her right before the dining table, and Summer lets out another adorable squeak, when I strip her dress off before she can object.
Not that she would.
The black lace bodysuit underneath that’s plunging to her belly button makes me drool.
“Fuuuck me!”
“That’s the plan,” she retorts.
I wrench her up against me, while she rips my shirt off.
Grabbing the middle of the bodysuit, I tear it off her with a single move. Tit for tat—her tits and that perfect pussy for my tats.
With her throat in my grip, I force her to take steps back and climb the table. But her deft hands don’t stay idle, nimble fingers unbuckling my belt, like her life depends on it.
Swinging my hand, I send the glass vase on the table flying off, shattering into the nearby wall, before I pin Summer’s back to the hard surface. Her beaming smile tells me it’s not so much me forcing as it’s her allowing it.
I grab onto her waist, rotating her on the table, and her features twist into confusion. Her head hangs off the table, right before my dick that’s still trapped under my boxers.
“Tongue out,” I command.
