Chapter 29 #2
“I’m too late,” he told her and that was what he feared the most. What he’d always fear. “You’re in the ground. They’d already buried you. By the time I dig you out, by the time I finally reach you, you’re cold and still.” Just like Bridget had been. “I can’t save you.”
“You did save me.”
You saved me, angel. But I am still terrified that I will lose you. I found you, I fell in love with you, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.
“And I’m not cold, Preston. Touch me, and you’ll see that.”
“I am touching you.” Her silken thigh was beneath his hand. Her—
“No, touch me.” She caught the hand on her thigh. She moved it up higher, sliding it beneath the too big shirt. Up, even as she parted her legs.
His fingers brushed over her silken core.
“I’m not cold,” Sloane said again.
His jaw clenched.
“I will never be cold, not while I’m with you. I’m not afraid of you. I don’t think you’re some kind of twisted monster.” She guided his fingers.
They stroked over her clit.
A soft gasp came from her.
She pushed his fingers, making them dip into her. One finger. Two.
She moaned. “I…wouldn’t want a monster to touch me.”
She wasn’t guiding his fingers now. He was touching her the way he knew she liked. The way he liked. Strumming her clit. Rubbing her with his thumb. Pushing two fingers in and out of her tight, hot pussy. Making her ready.
She arched in his lap. Beautiful. Legs open. His fingers in her.
“I want you.” Breathy. “I love you, Preston.”
Those were the words he needed. If Sloane loved him, then he wasn’t irredeemable. If Sloane loved him, he had a future. He had hope.
If Sloane loved him…
Then I control the dark.
She was his tie. His anchor. His everything.
She turned in his arms. His hand slid from between her legs. Her hands curled over his shoulders. Her gaze held his. She straddled him, knees pushing down on either side of him in the oversize chair. “I want you,” she said again.
He would always want her. “Condoms are upstairs.”
“I know. But I’m on birth control. One day, if we want, after we’re married and we’ve had several years to just be us, we can have kids.”
“You’d…want a baby with me?” Halting. Worried. Preston shook his head. “No, the baby will be—”
“You’re not going to hurt your child. You’re not going to lock him in a closet, not going to bury him alive in the ground. You’re going to protect that child, with every bit of your being.”
Yes, he would.
“You will protect that child the same way you will always protect me. I have no doubt of that. The child will be loved. The child will be treasured.”
Yes.
“Our family will come,” she told him, sounding so confident. “We can have a baby, we can adopt, we can do both—we can do whatever is right for us. But for now, it’s you and it’s me. And I want you inside of me.”
That was where he wanted to be. Where he needed to be.
He positioned his dick. The broad head dipped inside of her.
She kept her grip on his shoulders as she eased her body down. Down. Down.
Moment by moment. Breath by breath. Bit by bit. Until she was lodged fully on his dick. Until he stretched every single inch of her. Until he could feel her all around him.
“I feel you with every breath,” she murmured. “Inside, out, everywhere. You are all I know.” Sloane leaned forward. Her mouth pressed to his. “You are all I want.” Her tongue slid past his lips. She tasted him.
He fucked her.
His hands lifted her up. Brought her back down. Soft, careful movements that turned faster. Harder. Stronger.
Up and down.
Her mouth pulled from his. His lips pressed to her neck. He could feel her racing pulse beneath his lips.
Alive. Warm. Soft. Sensual.
Mine.
One of his hands slid between their bodies. Pushed hard over her clit. Rubbed. Faster.
She jerked. Arched. Her breathing came harder.
Up and down. Taking in every single inch of him.
Driving. Pounding.
Loving.
She came around him, her inner muscles clamping fiercely around his cock. Her climax drove him over the edge. There was no stopping. There was only pleasure. His cock pumping into her endlessly. A release that detonated through him. That swept everything else away and then there was only—
Heaven.
Heaven was wherever his angel was.
She collapsed against his chest. All silken skin. Strawberries.
His arms closed around her as he kept her close. His heartbeat pounded in his ears even as his cock remained lodged inside of her. He’d get hard again soon—hell, he was already getting hard—and he’d take her again. And again. And again.
Because he could never get enough of Sloane.
But first…
Preston cleared his throat. “Did you ask me to marry you?”
She tensed. Her head lifted. She searched his eyes.
Behind her, sunlight began to drift past the mountains. Dawn was coming. No more darkness.
“I…” Sloane wet her lips. “I said ‘when we are married’…pretty sure those were my words.”
“So you think we’re going to get married.” His dick was definitely hard in her again.
“I…” Her hips squirmed against him. “We don’t have to rush…there’s plenty of time.”
He dropped one hand. Teased her clit. “All the time in the world. But…”
She ground her hips against him.
“But if you’re asking,” he growled.
Her eyes flared wide. “Marry me.”
“Hell, yes.”
As if he’d be fool enough to ever let her go.
She smiled at him. His favorite smile. The one that lit the darkness of her eyes and made him see streaks of gold. Made him see the light.
She was his light, and he’d protect her for the rest of his days.