30. Twenty-Nine
Twenty-Nine
Kayleigh
“W hat? You’re not just asking me this because I’m being a bitch?”
“Would I have a ring already if this was because you were upset?”
“Uh, no. So you’re serious?”
“Yes. And I would like an answer. You’re killing me over here.”
“Yes, Erik. I would love to marry you.” I see the tension in his shoulders drop from those words.
“Thank fuck,” he says, picking me up and swinging me around in his arms as my arms and legs encircle his body. I laugh along with him. He sets me down and grabs the ring and slides it on my finger.
“Holy shit, Erik,” I say and run my finger over the gorgeous vintage emerald ring.
“It has been passed down from generation to generation in my family.”
“It’s so beautiful.”
“Nowhere near as beautiful as you, Mrs. Kayleigh Duncan,” he says with a blinding smile.
“Not yet,” I tease him.
“Be careful. If I had it my way, I would have you at the courthouse tomorrow morning.”
“Nope. I want my family and the De Lucas there.”
He groans, “Do we have to invite the diabolical queen?”
“Yes. I hope she will say yes to being my matron of honor.”
“That means she will be around a lot.”
“Yes.”
“You are the only reason I’m going to say yes to having her around. We have purposely tried to keep her away.”
“She isn’t that bad.”
“Yes, she is. You should see what she sent me to torture Andrew for you.”
“She is protective.”
“Yes, and she is also crazy. Enough about her though. I need to show my fiancée exactly what she means to me,” he says as he walks us backward, pulling the towel away from around my body before gently push me until my ass lands on the bed. He covers my body with his. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m such a lucky bastard that you are mine.”
“And you’re mine.”
“Damn fucking right. No one will ever come between us,” he growls before his mouth covers mine. I wrap my fingers in his hair, and he groans when I run my nails over his scalp.
His hand slides down between us until he finds my clit with his finger and starts rubbing it. I moan and push myself further into him.
He pulls away and says, “That’s right. Ride my finger; be my good girl.”
I can’t help but shamelessly do exactly as he demands of me. My hips thrust up into his finger over and over. I whimper feeling myself getting so close but not close enough.
Fuck being so damn horny all the time. Erik covers one of my nipples with his mouth. He starts with a nibble, teasing me, slowly bringing me closer.
I don’t want fucking slow. I want to be fucked so hard that I forget everything. I grab his head by his hair and yank his mouth closer to my breast. His chuckle sends vibrations through my skin.
“Please, Erik.”
“Patience. I know what you need,” he mumbles against me. I grab his hand and push it harder against my clit.
“Bad girl,” he says just before smacking my clit.
“Fuck!” I call out as my first orgasm rolls through me. “Oh shit, Erik!” I moan when I feel his lips on my clit and his fingers inside me. I wiggle and moan as he pulls his fingers out while sucking my clit into his mouth. I’m panting, trying to come down from my first orgasm, and he is already trying to build me back up.
His mouth needs to be illegal with what he can do with it and the filthy words that come from it. And that dirty mouth is mine, all mine. No one else will ever feel the sensations he gives me.
He moves his tongue in a weird pattern over my clit, and I feel his fingers curl inside me, rubbing my g-spot.
“Erik…I’m going to come.” He uses his other hand and pushes down on my abdomen, and I’m screaming his name.
“Oh, fuck yes, Kayleigh.”
I lay there panting, not opening my eyes until I hear fabric rustling. I see Erik shirtless, unzipping his pants, and my eyes stare at the beast that he keeps locked behind his zipper.
“After this, you will never wonder where your place is,” he states after he is completely naked and crawling onto the bed. He grabs my legs, spreading them to make room for himself. He pushes at my entrance and sinks inside me. I move my legs further apart, needing him as deep inside me as he can go.
“Fuck. I wish I could live inside you; there is no better feeling,” he growls as I mewl when he pulls back and thrusts deep inside me.
“You okay?”
“Yes, please fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard.”
“I know what you need.” He holds onto my hips as he ruts in and out of me. I throw my head back, becoming a moaning mess. Erik pushes my legs up higher, and when he bottoms out, I swear his cock is touching my cervix.
“Oh fuck, yes, yes, please.”
“That’s right, hug your fiancé’s cock with that perfect pussy.”
I flex my stomach muscles, pulling him deeper inside me. “Fuck,” he growls and I watch as his control snaps. He ruthlessly thrusts in and out of me. He mashes his lips against mine and swallows my scream as my body starts to shake from the intense orgasm.
I have no idea how long that orgasm bliss goes on for, but I feel Erik lower my legs and roll us over. I end up laying on his chest. We hold onto each other as we catch our breath. I lay my hand on his chest and stare at my ring.
He brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses my finger.
“I had no idea one piece of jewelry would make me so happy,” he says, and I can only nod. “I was right.”
“About what?” I ask, leaning my head back to look up at him.
“That Eva was never meant to wear this ring.”
“You never gave it to her?”
“No. I was forced into marrying her, and I knew she didn’t deserve my family ring.”
“Not going to lie, I’m glad you never did.”
He chuckles and pecks my lips. “She was never meant to be my queen. She might have had my last name, but it is you who will be my queen and help me run our empire.”
“Does that mean you are going to pull back on the Viking nonsense?”
“No.”
“A girl can dream.”
“And that is one dream that I will never grant, so get used to it.”
“I feel bad if our child is a daughter. If you’re like this with me, I can only see you being worse with her, especially when she becomes a teenager.”
“I will just lock her in a tower.”
“You cannot do that. She will need friends and to interact with other people.”
“And she can have girlfriends—no boys.”
“She could like girls and not boys.”
“Family members only.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You are ridiculous.”
“No, protective. Now let’s get you cleaned up before I take you out to eat, unless you’d rather stay in.”
“Can we stay in? I can’t feel my legs.”
“Whatever my fiancée wants, my fiancée gets.”