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He comes so long and deep inside me that it triggers another orgasm.
I slump against him, my head falling in the nook of his shoulder as the smell of sex surrounds us.
He’s right. It’s going to take me some time to walk out of here.
I sigh, then wince when the bite on my neck burns. My fingers touch it and I scowl at him. “Seriously, stop the animal behavior.”
His face lights up with pure mischief. “How else will people know you’re mine?”
“The fact that you’ve been announcing it at every event we attend together maybe? With your hand around my waist.”
The attention was suffocating at first, but taking a public family picture with him, Gwen, and Nate is so worth it.
Besides, I know that a man like Kingsley comes with a lot of baggage, and I love that, just like every other part of him.
In fact, I’m a bit twisted and love his dark side a tad too much. It’s the part that’s exclusive to me.
I’m the only one who knows about his past, his relationship with his parents, and how he’s finally coming to terms with no longer blaming himself for his mother’s suicide.
I’m the one who saw the devil in his eyes and fell head over heels for it.
We’re a match made in hell like that.
“Showing you off at events and in front of the press is still not enough,” he says, referring to my earlier words.
“You can’t possibly be thinking about biting me forever. Are you?”
“I don’t see why I wouldn’t.”
“I can’t believe this. Next time, you’ll put a collar on me.”
His eyes glint like when he’s thinking something mischievous.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about that?”
“Not a collar, no.” His voice drops. “A ring.”
“What type of ring?”
“A wedding ring.”
I choke on my own spit, my heart nearly spilling free from behind my rib cage. “You…are you kidding?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“You want to marry me?”
“Of course I do. Where did you think this was going?”
“I…don’t know.”
“Well, now, you do.” He grips me by the throat, his fingers digging into the flesh. “You’re the only woman I want with me every step of the way for the rest of my life, Aspen. When anyone looks at you, I want them to know you’re fucking mine.”
“Is that a proposal?”
“Depends. Are you going to say yes?”
“You’re such a dick, even when you’re proposing.”
