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That makes it so much more intense; every time he brings me to orgasm, he drinks from me and it takes me a few minutes to eventually stop shuddering in his arms. He slips his hand into mine and continues to feed, groaning into my neck as thin rivulets of blood slip between the valley of my breasts.
It’s when I come down from my post-orgasm haze and I breathe heavily that I realize there’s something on my left hand. My heart pounds wildly against my ribcage when I run my thumb over the jewel-encrusted band, already knowing what it is.
“Gabriel…” I gasp, lifting my hand from beneath the bubbles to see a stunning ring on my left ring finger.
It’s dainty and gold, with a large oval cut crimson stone in the middle and diamonds encircling it, as well as all the way around the band itself. It looks vintage, almost art déco, but beautiful nonetheless.
“It belonged to my mother,” he says, kissing my shoulder and lacing my fingers with his. “I thought it’s about time I truly made you mine, little lamb.”
I spin around and look at him but see nothing but admiration reflecting in those blue eyes I first fell in love with. Drawing my hand to my mouth, a sob escapes my throat and I shake my head, not believing what I'm seeing.
“You want to marry me?” I whisper.
He takes my left hand in his and kisses it. “You’re already my Queen, nothing would make me happier than to see you as my wife.”
I lunge at him and wrap my arms around his neck while the water splashes over the rim of the tub and onto the floor. My heart won’t stop hammering in my chest and my throat feels choked up with tears.
He chuckles and holds me closer to him, kissing my hair. “Is that a yes?”
“Of course, it's a yes!” I cry out, nuzzling into his neck while openly sobbing and feeling no shame whatsoever.
We remain like that until the water gets cold, and Gabriel carries me over to the bed. He lays me down and brushes his lips over mine before he captures my mouth in a kiss. Our kiss is long and deep, as if he has the intention of claiming me anew.
His mouth moves further down my throat and chest, placing soft kisses while nipping gently at my skin.
“Inima mea î?i apar?ine,” he murmurs the same line he always does when he’s worshiping my body, the same line he uttered when we were first intimate. “E?ti parte din mine, te ador.”
“You always say that,” I gasp, arching my back from the bed and running my fingers through his hair. “What does it mean?”
He opens my legs and kisses the inside of my thigh, causing me to moan lightly.
“My heart belongs to you,” he whispers, running his tongue over the spot where he just kissed me. “You are a part of me; I adore you.”
My eyes shoot open when he says this, and I look down at him in confusion. “But you said that when we were first…” I trail off when his eyes shimmer crimson and he nods.
“You belonged to me even then, little lamb; I just didn’t realize it yet,” he whispers before he gets up and leans over me. The tender look in his eyes made my heart constrict. “But now that I know how deep our bond is, I am never letting go.”
My bottom lip trembles and I feel my love for him burning hot in my chest. It never eases up, it consumes me and, at the same time, it fills me with doubt and wondering how this beautiful man could love someone like me.
I cup his face in my hands and hope he sees the love in my eyes the same way I see it so clearly in his.
“Eternity will never be long enough and forever feels too short.”
With that, he slowly enters my wet heat, thrusting languidly with his eyes closed. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, holding him closer and feeling his heart beating as erratically as mine.
“I love you so fucking much, Katherine,” he murmurs into my hair. “You’ve made my undead heart beat with purpose once more. Thank you for being mine. Thank you for loving me.”
We’ve had sex before, so many times before this, but somehow the act feels different this time. He rarely whispers sweet nothings, but when he does, it has the ability to render me speechless.
I hold my left hand up and a tear runs down the side of my face as the gravity of what this means finally hits me.
He wants to marry me, something I never thought would ever happen to me in this lifetime. I thought Entwining with him was it, but now he truly wants to make it official.
Giving me his mother’s ring, becoming his bride, and being pregnant with his child. How did it all lead to this?
And why do I feel like someone will snatch it away from me the moment I blink?
CHURCH
