I hadn’t wanted to face it. I still didn’t want to. But life without him was incomprehensible. I’d pay, and dearly, but for now I’d take every second of him fucking me like he’d never fuck me again.

“Let’s just freeze this moment, Rafe. Stay inside me forever.”

He shoved my hands over my head, his fingers a tight band around my wrists, and stilled inside me. “We’re both gonna come hard, then I’m taking your ass home to be punished. You’re not getting out of it.”

“What are you gonna do? Tell me.” That way, I could prepare.

“And ruin the fun? Don’t think so.” He jutted his hips forward, and we settled into a lazy, pussy-drenching tempo.

“Oh…ohhhh…fuuuuck.”

“You’re so wet,” he said with a gruff whisper.

“You do this to me.” It was building…something that scared and excited me because I sensed the drop from that euphoric cloud would be devastating. “I need to touch you.” I fisted my hands, wishing I could escape the circle of his grip.

In answer, he entwined our fingers. “You are touching me. You touch me just by loving me.” He kissed me long and deep, his tongue exploring every part of my mouth as his cock slid in and out at a slow, maddening pace.

“Marry me,” he gasped, severing our mouths. He stilled inside me again, and I was sure my eyes bulged. Huge. Full of disbelief.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.”

“But—”

“You’re not allowed to tell me no.” His lips brushed over mine, twitching at the corners.

I was at a loss for words, but telling him no had never been an option anyway. Me married to Rafe Mason. I stuttered a yes. At least I think I did. He was moving again in that slow way he was such a fucking expert at.

And I was coming…again.

A groan rumbled from his chest as I liquefied around his cock. “Right now. Marry me.”

“Now? Rafe…Oh God!” My spine bowed, and my neck veered back as I held onto his hands. Fuuuuck. I thought I was done, but he still had me going, still kept the unhurried rhythm that hit my sweet spot just right.

“Baby, ‘Oh God’ isn’t the vow I’m looking for.”

I cried out his name again. “I-I can’t…think…when you’re fucking me like this…”

“I can stop fucking you like this.”

I whimpered. “Don’t you dare.”

“Marry me now, while I’m deep inside of you.”

I squeezed his fingers. “I promise to love you—” I gasped, groaned, cursed to the heavens. All of the above. I was lost.

“Keep going,” he said.