My arms were hooked under his shoulders so my nails could claw his back. My left hand felt different, because of the diamond ring that sat there, so heavy it was like holding a bowling ball.
I loved it.
I’d always known I wanted a flashy ring if I ended up with a rich guy, a big-ass diamond in the middle that was so flawless, it looked like it’d been formed under the earth for millions of years. He’d obviously spared no expense. And he got me a ring that competed with his.
I wasn’t going to let my husband have a bigger diamond than me.
I closed my eyes and moaned against his mouth, my fingers digging in deep as I came around him, getting so tight I might break his dick. It was the kind of climax that made me whimper, a strange array of moans escaping my mouth, tears flooding my gaze.
When I finished, he gave his final thrusts, rocking into me while barely pulling out his length like he didn’t want to leave. Then he came quietly, his eyes on my lips as he gave me all his seed. A gentle moan escaped his lips, so quiet it was barely audible. His dick was still hard because it was fucking magic, and he kept going. “First one is just a warm-up.” He rubbed through my wetness and his own come, our bodies so slick that this would last a long time. “Now, we really begin.” One hand moved into my hair, his fingers sliding into the sea of strands that were all over the place. He fisted it then kissed me, giving me a hot embrace with tongue, driving his hard dick inside me over and over.
My hand moved to the center of his shoulder blades, the band from my ring pressing into him. I loved my ring. Picturing myself wearing it while he fucked me turned me on more. This gorgeous man gave it to me; this gorgeous man loved me. It didn’t matter that he’d been with whores and any woman who would give it up in the past. He made me feel special, like I was the only one who mattered.
He was the only one who mattered to me.
He suddenly grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, a single one of his large hands enough to hold both of mine. His fingers covered mine, touching the ring he gave me. His eyes looked into mine, focused and possessive, as if he needed to remind me that I was his.
Oh, I knew.
“I love you.” He spoke against my lips, whispering his truth with a deep voice, turning me on more than I already was. A man who was vulnerable and open with his feelings was the sexiest thing in the world, especially when he only had those feelings for me. He’d never said the words to another woman, never felt anything close to love. But when he’d met me, he knew exactly how to love me, as if the instinct came to him naturally.
I didn’t fight against his hold because I knew I would never win. So, I let him restrain me, looked into his eyes as he kept me down, watching him work his powerful body to please me. “I love you too.”Christmas was just a week away. I liked the holidays, but I hated the season, and after Christmas, it was January…and I hated January. It was just this long, cold month of nothingness. It sucked.
But Heath kept me warm now, and he would probably keep me warm until spring returned.
I got out of the shower, dried my hair, and put on my face before I looked through my side of the closet to find something to wear. I decided on a long-sleeved dress with thigh-high boots and with my long coat.
I intended to go to Damien’s for lunch, so I walked to my nightstand and pulled the diamond ring off my finger. It was the first time I’d taken it off since Heath gave it to me. It was painful to set it down, to part with the diamond ring I’d become so attached to. It was like having a piece of Heath with me everywhere I went, even if he wasn’t with me there. It was such a stunning ring. I wanted to show it to Anna, show it to my family.
But that was a really insensitive way to announce my engagement.
Especially since my father didn’t even know about Heath.
I sighed as I looked at it, touched my left hand with my fingertips, my hand suddenly so light…and naked.
Then I left the bedroom and entered the living room. “Oh my god…is that a Christmas tree?”
He secured the base of the tree in the corner, a tall pine that was only a few inches lower than the ceiling. On the counter were boxes of ornaments and lights, like we would decorate it together. He straightened and turned to me. “Do you like it?”