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His expression softens. Lowering his body over me, he kisses all over my face, spending extra time with my lips before he’s lining himself up and pushing inside, filling me slowly, gently.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I drag my nails over his sides and up his back at the first proper stroke, my breath hitching at the stretch that follows. He drops his forehead to mine and puffs a breath across my lips.
“Want to feel you like this for the rest of my life.”
Biting down on my lip, I wrap my legs around his hips and cross my ankles at the middle of his back, pulling him as deep as he’ll go.
“Only like this?” I ask breathlessly.
He doesn’t even have to think about it. “No. In every way possible.”
The confirmation fills me with bliss. I feel like I could explode from both pure happiness and the growing pleasure stretching me tight. It’s a deadly combination, but I accept it with open arms. I’m one lucky fucking girl.
My climax approaches so quickly that I struggle to keep from losing control of myself as I reach across my body and grab his left hand, bringing it to my mouth. Tattoo to my lips, I hold it there as I come, filling our bedroom with my cries.
A beat later, he freezes inside of me and groans long and hard as he flips our hands where they rest across my mouth and kisses my finger. I’m still pulsing around him when he pulls out, cups my cheeks, and takes my mouth in a soft kiss.
We stay in a sweaty, lazy embrace for what feels like hours before he pulls back and traces my bottom lip with his thumb.
“I want to marry you, Adalyn,” he admits on a soft exhale.
My heart skips. “For real?”
“For real.”
“You know that means absolutely no take backs this time?”
He laughs, stare growing heavy with humour. “I wouldn’t have taken it back last time.”
“Me either. I was so close to telling you a million times not to bother with a lawyer.”
I grin when he drops his face to my neck. His smile brushes my skin.
“We’ll do it right this time,” he says.
“And what exactly does that entail?”
Rolling off me, he pushes himself up with his elbow and rests his cheek in his palm. With a waggle of his brows, he smirks.
“Sorry, love. These lips are sealed.”
I roll over and straddle his hips. He barks out a laugh when I flatten my palms on his chest and tilt my head.
“You say that now, but I know exactly how to get them to open,” I coo.
He spits a curse when I slide down his thighs and grip his still-hard shaft in my fist. I swear his eyes nearly roll back as I give him a gentle pump.
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he grunts.
“Yet, you’ll love me anyway,” I sing.
“Damn right. Till the day I die.”
And as crazy as it may seem, I believe him.
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