And in that moment, nothing else exists but the sound of our breathing, the heat between us, and the undeniable truth of what we’ve just built together.
Something unbreakable. Something that will last forever.
She rocks back against me, her hips colliding with mine in a desperate rhythm, matching every thrust with the kind of urgency that makes my pulse spike. Her breath hitches, ragged and uneven, and she keeps whispering my name like it’s the only word she remembers. Her body starts to tremble, her muscles locking tight as the pleasure overtakes her—crying out as she shatters apart in my hands, beautiful and breathless.
The way she squeezes around me—tight, pulsing, relentless—pulls a raw sound from deep in my chest.
“Fuck, Molly…”
I drive into her once, twice more, chasing the edge until I feel it—sharp and certain—and then I let go, spilling into her with a guttural groan, my body tightening in a rush of heat and release.
My hips keep moving, slower now, coaxing her down from the high, easing us both through the aftermath.
Her arms give out beneath her, and she sinks to her elbows, panting, her body soft and sated as I press a kiss to the sweat-slick skin at the top of her spine.
I don’t leave her empty. Not yet.
I wrap an arm around her waist and gently guide her onto her back, watching her eyes flutter open with a hazy, blissed-out look that makes my chest ache. Then I slide down between her thighs, parting them with my hands and kissing a trail from the soft curve of her belly down to where she’s still trembling.
She lets out a breathless sound, her fingers scratch against the hardwood as I settle in. And then I wrap my mouth around her clit. Soft, slow. A teasing suck that makes her jolt.
I hum against her, letting the vibration roll through her body as I taste every last bit of her, refusing to let her come down all the way. Not yet. Not when she’s still so warm and wet and responsive. I drape her thighs over my shoulders to angle her deeper and they tremble there.
“Colt,” she gasps, voice cracks.
I look up, eyes meeting hers as I drag my tongue over her again, tender and deliberate as I taste the mixture of us.
“You’re not done,” I murmur against her. “Not until I say so.”
“Colt…” she whimpers.
“I need more of you.”
I thrust my fingers inside of her as she clamps down, pussy still convulsing from her release, the warmth gushing out of her.
“Marry me Molly,” I mumble against her opening, lapping at the mixture of us that’s dripping out before sucking on her clit and flicking it with my tongue. “I love everything about who you are, and I can’t imagine not having you living here with me forever. You’re my best friend and I want to grow old with you.”
She gasps, and rocks up onto her elbows to watch while I suck on her, and then she drops her head back between her shoulder blades as she stares at the ceiling, as if she’s trying to find the answers there.
“Are you serious, Colt?”
“As serious as sweet as you taste.” I kiss her there, all over her wet pussy until I can feel her clenching again, a full body crunch as she climaxes a second time for me.
When she finally stills, her breath soft and even again, I don’t leave her lying there on the cold floor. I shift beside her, pulling her into my arms, letting her melt against my chest so her bare skin doesn’t have to touch the hard wood. My fingers trail up and down her spine, slow and steady, grounding us both in the silence that settles around us.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Colt,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion and exhaustion. “But you’re insane. Who proposes while they’re going down on someone?”
A deep laugh rumbles out of me as I press a kiss to her damp temple. “Wasn’t the plan, I swear. But you put that sweet pussy in my face and suddenly all logical thought left the building. Icouldn’t hold it back. You’ve always made me lose my mind, Molly. And you’ve always made me better.”
She leans back just enough to find my mouth with hers, brushing a soft kiss against my lips, the kind of kiss that’s quiet and sure and filled with something deeper than lust.
“I love that about us,” she murmurs. “I never wanted something cookie-cutter. I never wanted safe and predictable. I wanted real. And messy. And ours. We were friends first. We’ve been everything to each other… and now we’ll be husband and wife.”
My heart swells, a lump forming in my throat so tight I can’t speak. I just hold her closer.
We’ll be everything.
Chapter 35 – Molly
