Chapter 28-Daniela
The moment we step inside the hotel suite after saying our goodbyes to Hudson’s family, it’s like we’re in some romantic fantasyland.
He did this.
I know he did.
Red roses everywhere.
Piled high in vases, scattered in petals across the white duvet, dripping from the chandelier like we’re in some movie dream sequence.
The scent is heady, romantic, overwhelming in the best possible way.
There’s champagne chilling on the nightstand.
Candles flickering.
And Hudson—my fiancé—moves to the center of it all, shirt already unbuttoned, hands on his belt buckle, eyes on me like he’s ready to ruin me in the most delicious way.
My heart swells so fast it’s a miracle I don’t cry.
“Made all the arrangements this morning before we left for Mum and Dad’s,” he says, stepping forward with something small and velvet in his hand. “Wanted to wait till we were alone for this though, Dani. Hell, it took everything in me not to show you right away.”
He opens the box, and my knees buckle.
The ring is stunning.
A single oval diamond set in a band of twisted white gold—simple, elegant, breathtaking.
“I want you to have it now,” he murmurs, voice low and intimate as he slides it onto my finger. “Before I lose the nerve. Before you realize you’re way too good for a bloke like me.”
“Too late,” I whisper, voice cracking.
I can barely see it through the tears threatening, but the weight of the ring on my finger feels like gravity finally giving me a place to land. Him. Us.
I look up at him and see something raw, reverent in his eyes.
So, I drop to my knees.
Because I want to worship him right back.
“Oh, Sweetheart—fuck—Dani,” he rasps, head falling back as my fingers trail up his thighs and I palm him through his slacks.
“You gave me a ring,” I purr. “Let me give you something, too.”
He hisses when I undo his zipper.
I tug him free—thick, hard, already leaking for me.
God, I love his body.
Love how he responds to me.
How he shudders when I swirl my tongue over the sensitive tip and look up at him through my lashes.
“I swear to God,” he groans, fisting the back of my hair as I take him deeper, “I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”
And I believe him.
Because I'm the luckiest woman alive.
And tonight? This moment?
It’s just the beginning.
I open my mouth wider, trying to get as much of him as I can inside of me. I relax my throat and moan around my mouthful of cock.
A wave of arousal floods my panties as I lick the underside of his cock.
He’s so big and thick, perfectly veined. He moans, tugging on my hair as I take as much of him as I can.
“You feel so fucking good, Sweetheart. You like sucking my dick?””
I nod with my mouth full of him. I bob my head and pull him deep, my hands busy at the same time, pulling the tie of my dress so he can see what I have on beneath it.
A teeny tiny confection made of sheer lace with thigh high stockings.
“Fuck me. You wore that all night?”
He groans and slides his dick out of my mouth.
“Not done yet. I want more, Hudson. Gimme more,” I beg, and the look on his face is reverent.
“I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want, Sweetheart. Now, you want this dick?”
I nod.
“Then open wide.”
I do.
And he feeds it to me. One inch at a time. Until I’m gagging on it.
“Relax. Good girl,” he grunts, and starts thrusting into my mouth.
And it’s—it’s so fucking hot.
I have one hand squeezing and circling the base of his cock, and the other, snaking down my body, between my legs.
“Are you wet from sucking me off?”
I moan.
His words are so dirty. Filthy, really.
And they’re turning me on so damn hard.
“Fuck, Sweetheart, unless you want my cum sliding down your throat, stop now.”
He’s hanging on by a thread. But I don’t want him to. I want him to let go.
So I moan, and I watch him, letting him know I’m ready for this. For him.
He nods, Holding me in place, and he fucks my mouth. One, two, three more thrusts, then he’s coming.
And fuck me, it’s so goddamn hot.
His cock jerks, and pulses, and next, I’m swallowing the salty sweetness of him.
I feel so proud. So sexy. And when he pulls me to my feet and slams his lips to mine, I feel loved. Worshipped.
Hudson picks me up, carries me to the bed, and sits me at the edge.
“My turn, Love. Lay back.”
His voice is so deep, and I am so ready for him as he lowers himself and presses his hot, open mouth to my dripping pussy.
He presses two fingers inside my slit, groaning as he licks, sucks, and nibbles on my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet. Did you get this wet sucking me, Sweetheart?”
“I did. Oh God, Hudson,” I moan.
“You need to come, Dani? Be a good girl, and come on my tongue,” he growls, and that’s it.
One more lick.
One more pump of his hand.
And I come. Hard.