“Try,” she gasped, sounding out of breath.
Rolling on top of her, he needed their hearts to be aligned, for her to feel the erratic beating of his own. He settled between her naked thighs as he tried to explain further. “I have this unrelenting drive to make your entire world perfect. To make you happy. I’m
consumed with thoughts of you during the day. Wondering how you are, if you need anything. Wanting to know if your day is bringing you joy.” Loch took a moment to gather his resolve as she wiggled her hips, pressing her core against his already hard cock, stealing his breath. “Christ, Sage.” His head bent forward, losing strength when she didn’t stop. “You gotta stop, Angel,” he begged her.
“I can’t, there’s something there,” she moaned. “It’s building in my womb.” He could feel her little pussy throbbing against him, begging for relief.
“Fuck,” he growled, meshing their mouths together as he snaked one hand between their bodies to rub her clit to a release.
Her back arched as she came apart from the light touch. Seeing and feeling the orgasm roll through her tight frame had his own balls drawing up close to his dick as he pressed harder into her. “Sage,” he groaned as his own release chased hers. His toes curled as he pushed himself against her pelvis, needing to know that some small part of him marked her as his.
“I love you, Lochlan,” she cooed, rubbing her body on his like a kitten. Purring through her pleasure while he silently fell apart.
“Angel…” His voice was thick with need.
“That was amazing,” she whispered in his ear, kissing just below it.
Who is this vixen? Where did she come from?
“What I feel for you”—he was out of breath now—“surpasses love. But if you’d like a title for it, then yes, I love you. More than I ever thought possible. For longer than you’ll ever know, I love you, Sage.”
“I’ve loved you from the moment our eyes met, you know,” she admitted. Thunder clashed in the background as they lay in the mess of their pleasure.
“You’re going to kill me, Angel.”
“That felt unbelievable.” She ignored him. “It was like sparks went off in my head, and I could see the stars up close. Will it always be that way?”
“I have no idea,” he told her honestly.
She was quiet after his confession, but he refused to be embarrassed by it. “You mean you’ve never?”
“Just my hand in the shower. Usually to thoughts of you.” Might as well go for broke.
“I like that.” She kissed him for once. Their mouths mating in a soft caress. Leaning the full weight of his body on hers, one hand sunk into her hair while the other massaged her breast, plucking at her tiny nipple as her thighs tightened around his hips.
“Marry me.” He groaned when she brushed against his cock again.
“I already said yes.” She giggled, and he loved the freeing sound.
“Tomorrow.”
She froze.
“We’ll go to Vegas.”
He felt her heartbeat pick up speed.
Kissing her neck, he murmured in her ear, “You’ll be mine”—he kissed along her jaw—“and I’ll be yours.”
“Yes.” She was so quiet, he pulled away, needing to see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. “Yes.” She responded stronger that time, with more conviction.
“Yeah?” He asked, needing confirmation again.
“On one condition.” She looked shy about it.
“Anything.”
“I want babies.”