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She’s all I feel.
She‘s all I know.
And as I bury my cock inside her, thrusting into her over and over, I feel her clenching around me.
I groan into her shoulder as she tightens around my cock, her breath sharper now. I pull back and push in again, giving her more of myself, a part of myself that I want her to keep forever. A part of myself that is hers now.
And beyond the bedroom, the clock is ticking.
Goosebumps race over her skin, her nipples hardening as I run my fingers over them, and her hips tense under my touch, almost ticklish. The noises she makes, they drown out all the thoughts in my head and set my soul on fire. I close my eyes as I press myself deeper, trying to get even closer, trying to get even more of her. I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing her back against my chest as I thrust into her.
I kiss her shoulder and feel her shiver in response. Her cunt flutters against me like a butterfly.
My vlinder.
“Oh, God, Crane,” she calls out, her body stiffening, and that’s all it takes to almost push me over the edge.
I quickly draw out of her and turn her to her back again, my cock standing stiff and strong, pointing up at the dark ceiling. She wraps her legs around my waist and I enter her with one smooth push.
With a rough growl, I pound into her, fucking her with abandon, not holding anything back. I pull her legs up around me and hold her knees against her chest as I drive into her, this beautiful woman, this beautiful witch, and I feel my orgasm building, ready to claim me as it did earlier.
I drop my head into the crook of her neck and pant against her skin as I thrust into her. Her nails bite into my back, and I feel the hot slickness of her body around my cock, sweat pooling between us.
“I’m going to come,” I say through a groan, my muscles seizing as my orgasm comes for me.
I slam into her, and the noisy wet sounds of our bodies coming together is almost too much to bear. It’s like a drug, better than an opium high, and I’m past the point of being addicted to my sweet witch.
I roll my hips hard as I spill my seed inside of her and she cries out, her nails raking down my back as my body lets loose and I’m coming again and again.
I kiss her, hard, and breathe her in as my cock pulses and I pour inside of her in hot, life-giving streams that don’t seem to end. I rock into her a few more times, my head light, my vision blurry at the edges.
My heart aches for her love.
I pull my lips away from hers and look deep into her eyes, her cheeks rosy pink with pleasure. I can hear her heart beating, can feel it racing in her chest, and it’s beating for me.
Beating for our family.
“If that didn’t do the job, I’m happy to try again,” I say with a delirious smile.
She lets out a breathless laugh and places her hand on my cheek, gazing into my eyes.
“I don’t doubt you are,” she says, and she’s smiling too.
But it’s a soft smile, a fragile one, one that holds the weight of the world in it.
In the back of my mind I’m aware of the dangers outside of this room, I know that we have to go after Brom in the morning and do what we can to convince him to not hand himself over to the Hessian, and I know that there’s so much we have to get through to get to our happily-ever-after, the one that includes the three of us and Kat pregnant with my child, and yet I want to cling to this moment with her for as long as I can.
“Kat,” I say to her, reaching down and gathering her hands in mine, my palms stinging slightly from the cuts. “My beautiful witch. I don’t know what the future holds in the morning, but I do know this. I want to be a father, and I want to be the father of your children. I want the house somewhere far, far away from here, where we can live, with Brom a part of this as much as you are, and I want it as soon as I can.”
I pause, taking in a shaky breath. “I want to marry you.”
She looks less surprised by this than she did about the baby. Her eyes soften at the corners, her sweet mouth lifting. “Are you asking?” she says, her tone both coy and shy.
I smile and press her hands against my lips. “Marry me, Kat.”
And it’s only then, after the question has been laid out in the open, raw and vulnerable, that I realize I’ve proposed to a woman who has never even said she loves me.
