“God, you’re so fucking dirty,” He says against my inner thigh, kissing his way toward where I need his mouth most. “You love the pain as much as I love to inflict it.”
He bunches the fabric of my skirt and yanks it up to my waist, exposing my hips. He twists the crotch of my panties around his fist, tearing them from my body with a loud rip, the force of it pulling me forward.
My wrists yank free from the wall, the knife clattering to the floor.
I reach down and grip the hair at the nape of his neck tightly, his belt still binding my wrists, and my heart pounding in my chest as the intensity of what I feel for him.
With a flick of his tongue, he traces a wet path across my lower abdomen and down the crease of my thigh, pausing to suck and nibble at my sensitive spots. He plunges his face between my legs, eagerly lapping up every drop of my arousal as I writhe and moan under him. My body undulates with pleasure as he expertly works me over the edge until I can no longer control the sounds coming from my mouth and the jerky movements I make as I come undone and drench his face.
He lifts me up and wraps my legs tightly around his waist. My back presses against the door, pushing it open as he carries me effortlessly to the bed. With a swift movement, he tosses me onto the soft mattress. As he undoes his pants, I can see the hunger in his eyes. Without hesitation, he settles himself between my thighs and thrusts into me, causing the bed to shake beneath us as he fucks me into the mattress. The sound of our moans fills the room as we lose ourselves in each other.
“Fuck. Marry me,” he whispers the words against the shell of my ear between rough thrusts.
I probably shouldn’t take them as seriously as I do in the throes of passion, but I answer seriously anyway. “Yes,” the word comes out a grunt with the way he ruts into me, but he stills when he hears it, fully seated inside me, our pelvises flush with one another.
“Yes?” He rests his sweaty forehead against mine.
All I can do is nod and kiss him softly on the lips.
Apparently he likes that because without another movement on either of our parts, his body twitches against mine as he fills me up.
I grin against his mouth because I love that I have this effect on him, and also because…
We are engaged now?
Maybe not… that was probably not for serious.
But then he pulls out of me and shifts his body, taking something from his pocket.
How much shit can those pockets hold?
He unbinds my hands, kissing the tender spots on my wrists from where the leather of his belt had cut into them.
Then, so tenderly, he slips a ring on my finger.
My mouth falls open in shock.
“That wasn’t how I planned to ask you, but I planned to ask you nonetheless.”
I can’t find words.
My eyes fill with tears that immediately spill over my cheeks.
“Say something, baby.”
Through bleary eyes, I manage to whisper, "I already said yes, do you want me to say it again?"
His face breaks into a grin as he pulls me closer. “Yes.”
“Yes.” The weight of the ring on my finger feels both foreign and right, a symbol of the love that binds us together in this moment.
As we hold each other close, I can't help but think back to all the moments that have led us here—the highs and lows, the laughter and tears. It's as if everything has been building up to this one perfect moment, where he asks me to be his forever.
I think I’ve known he and Sienna would be my forever from the start. They are the only things that have ever felt sure in my life.
In this embrace, with his heartbeat steady against mine, I know that whatever the future holds, we will face it together. With him by my side, I feel like I can conquer the world. And as we lay here, lost in each other's arms, I know that this is just the beginning of our greatest adventure yet.
