Page 108 of Vengeful King

I feel oversensitive as he growls and slams into me, my entire body raw.

He starts to use his fingers to fuck me; now that I’ve come once, he pushes me into a second orgasm, holding nothing back. This time it’s harder, more desperate. But he doesn’t even let me catch my breath from that.

He gives me climax after climax, blinding me to anything else, making it overwhelm me until I’m screaming with pleasure. It’s almost painful at this point, strong and fast. I can’t think anymore. It’s just too much.

I feel like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I can’t understand what he’s saying anymore, and I can’t focus enough to do anything but hold on as I ride each wave of intense pleasure. My legs shake and my body is weak.

Finally, he comes in my ass. I hear him groan, and then I feel his warmth spreading through me as he finishes. My entire body clenches around him, tight and sated.

And finally, I collapse on the bed.

He follows me, our bodies thumping onto the mattress. I feel spent and sweaty, like I just had an entire workout. Lachlan turns to me and pulls me in, kissing me hard and deep, and I savor every moment. Every taste.

I feel so filled in every possible way. I feel looked after, like I have everything I could want from him. The pleasure and the lingering soreness encompass me as I lie there, and I look him in the eye when he pulls back from the kiss.

He doesn’t break eye contact when he reaches behind him and pulls something out from the bedside table. I watch him, bemused, until he holds a box out between us.

My heart skips.

He opens it with one hand. It takes me a good minute to fully realize what I’m looking at and what it means.

It’s a ring.

I half laugh, breathless and stunned. “Are you really proposing while your cum is leaking from my ass?”

His eyes darken. I can see heat in their depths, and it makes me shiver.

“There’s no better time to propose.”

My heart does a flip.

He’s proposing.

It’s so real suddenly. I don’t even know how to respond, but before I can speak, he continues.

“I’m going to mark you in every way,” he says, his mouth moving along my neck. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Every part of you is mine, Katrina, just as every part of me is yours. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life worshiping you. Will you marry me?”

I shiver in his arms, excitement and need flooding my veins.

He kisses me roughly and I break away just long enough to whisper my answer.

“Yes.”

He slides the ring on and I watch it fit perfectly on my finger, sparkling brightly in the moonlight. It’s more than I ever dared hope for. It’s more than I ever expected I would receive.

He rolls off the bed and pulls me up, carrying me. I laugh breathlessly as he carries me to the shower, a knowing smirk on his lips.

“I’m so fucking glad you said that. Because, baby girl, I don’t know how to stop loving you. I don’t know how to stop worshiping you. And with my ring on your finger, I plan to spend the rest of the damn night inside you.”

As he sets me down in the bathroom and turns on the shower, a rush of happiness overwhelms me. I’ve gone through hell and come back for this, and I wanted it more than anything. I wanted him, his love, his child. I wanted to be the only woman for him.

And now, I will be.