“You have me.”

“Then I want you inside of me.”

“Patience.” He sits back and then wiggles the ring I totally forgot about until right now off his pinky. “Now let me see your hand so that I can get down to properly fucking my fiancée.”

Laughing, I give him my hand, then with my breath stuck in the back of my throat, I watch him slide the ring down my finger. Once it’s in place he lifts my hand to his lips, kissing it before locking his eyes on mine.

I expect him to be sweet, but maybe I shouldn’t. His hands go behind my knees and he jerks my hips up onto his lap, slides his hands up my thighs, then his fingers slip through my wet sex and his eyes darken.

“Always so ready for me,” he grunts sliding the head of his cock over my clit then thrusting in so deep I whimper.

Wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs I dig my nails into his chest relishing in the pressure I can feel building in my lower belly. “Clay.”

“Who do you belong to baby?” He comes down on top of me, grasping my hands linking our fingers together then bringing them up over my head.

“You, always you.”

“That’s right.” He pulls his hips back then slides back in slower. His mouth takes mine in a slow sensual kiss while he keeps the slow, brutal pace of sliding in and out of me. Then his mouth leaves mine and he leans back to look at me and tears fill my eyes. The amount of love I see in his gaze is almost overwhelming and I know he’s right, I will never find another man who loves me as completely as he does.

“I love you.” I whisper and his face gentles before he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine, circling his hips. A knot forms in my lower belly and tingles spread across my skin from my scalp to my toes as my hold on him tightens in every way.

When he rolls his thumb over my clit, I don’t know how long I will be able to hold on. “Come for me, Mouse.” He rolls my clit faster and faster, and my legs start to shake as his thrust speeds up. Not being able to hold off any longer, my breath gets stuck in the back of my throat, and I listen to him groan as his hips jerk. When his weight crushes me into the mattress, I tuck my face into the crook of his neck and the aftermath of my orgasm and the feel of his steady breath dancing across my skin almost lulls me to sleep.

“I need to clean us up,” he mutters, kissing the side of my neck as he rolls us so that I’m sprawled out across his chest.

“Not yet.” I yawn, cuddling closer to him and he lifts up ever so slightly so he can grab the blanket from the bottom of the bed and drag it over us.