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Tenderness rushed through me. I reached out and ran my palm over her belly. “No,a stor. The baby is safe and warm, right where she should be.” Then I trailed that hand up until I cupped a full breast again, squeezing as I made my way back to the nipple I’d been sucking.
“Fuck, that feels good. It... tingles. Everything sort of aches. Keep touching me, Caleb.”
“Gladly. You taste delicious. A berry, ripe for the picking.”
She glanced down, her cheeks crimson, her body stiff.
“What’s wrong?”
“Um...”
I followed her gaze to the pearl of milky liquid beading from her other breast. I didn’t say a fucking word, just smirked as I licked the evidence of her impending motherhood from her tit. The answering growl of need that came from her had my neglected orgasm rearing its head once again.
“Fuck,a stor, I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, you fucking do,” she breathed, writhing beneath me.
Positioning myself between her thighs, I gripped her hips and slid home. She was wetter than I’d ever thought possible. Even when she was in heat, she hadn’t felt like this.
Everything hit me at once as our bodies joined in the most intimate way we could. This was the very scene we’d played out atIniquitythe night I served her as she rode out her heat. Only this time there was nothing holding me back. It was real. Sunday was in my home, my bed, my fucking heart.
She was mine.
I moved in her, the words I wanted to say but couldn’t bubbling up in my chest each time I sank inside. She was the most heavenly creature I’d ever known as she arched her back and cried my name, her hands fisting the sheets, perfect pink cunt clamping down on my cock with the echoes of her orgasm still rolling through her.
This could very well be the last time I ever felt her clenching around me. I couldn’t lose this moment. It may be my only chance.
I whispered, hoarse and desperate, “Sunday, I need you... will you... fuck.”
She reached up, weaving her fingers through my hair, her desire-darkened eyes pinning mine. “What do you need, my love?”
“Marry me. Be my wife. I need to know, I need you... I need to know you’re mine. That not even death can come between us.”
“Caleb...”
“Please,a stor.The world is ending. We may never get another chance. If I’m going to die tomorrow, I need to know that I made you mine in every possible way. In front of God Himself.”
She froze beneath me, but instead of growing cold and distant, she seemed to be suspended on a breath. Her eyes searched mine. “Okay,” she breathed, stunning me.
“Okay?”
“Okay. Yes. I’ll marry you.”
I leaned down, careful of her belly, and kissed her deeply, the euphoria of what we’d just done racing through me and chasing the pleasure I’d forced to heel. Her fingers in my hair, the soft moan she released against my lips as my tongue dipped inside, and the answering flood of arousal from her sent me over the edge. I came on a ragged groan, filling her, marking her, making her mine.
She was right there with me, clenching around me, milking me. Calling out my name to the heavens above.
I didn’t care if she tried to take it back. Sunday Fallon had just agreed to be my wife. And not even the Apocalypse itself would stop me from cashing in on that promise.
ChapterNineteen
MOIRA
Six days since Sunday’s abduction
If the world wasn’t freaking ending, I might have been a little happy to see my childhood home. Sure, things were tense for reasons I didn’t like to dwell on, but it was still a place where lots of good memories lived.
The guys were still unloading the car while Ash and I stared up at my grandmother’s colossal Cape Cod-style house. Every single window was lit with a warm glow that somehow still didn’t make me feel welcome.
