My body finally begins to relax as his hand soothes me rubbing my back. “You have finally stopped shivering.”
“Yea.”
“I’m sorry last night's events frightened you, sweet girl. It took me by surprise as well. However, this is my life...our life. I swear I am going to protect you with my life.” his eyes hold my gaze showing me his conviction.
“I believe you. I just...it just hit me that if you die, I am back to being nothing and having nothing.” my shoulders shrug as I give the matter of factness of my situation. He shifts slightly, his sexy forehead frowned and determined. I don’t notice when he reaches into his pocket since I am too busy looking at his lips, summoning them to mine. I must be in shock or something. Is it possible to have PTSD already? All I can seem to think of right now is how much I need him on top of me, his weight pushing me into the bed as he takes me and makes me forget. Geez, when did I become so lustful? I am frantically trying to climb him when I feel something heavy slide onto my finger.
“I had planned to do this last night after we left my parents' house. The room was already set per my instructions because I wanted to give you a proposal fit for a Queen. I am a hard man baby and I make no apologies for that. This is me. But I wanted you to have something that was soft and sweet and lulled, like you. You are the soft part of me. The part that didn’t exist before you walked into my office. You are what makes up the other half of my soul. This life I lead is not for everyone, but I can feel the part of you that was made for me. I don’t ever want you to be unsure of your worth, your place or your security. You will be cared for, loved and cherished in my life and in my death. I love you, Jewel LaRose Canter. We are getting married.”
I find myself smiling at his declaration of marriage, appreciative of the fact that though his words are sweet and careful, his core remains the same. I wouldn’t have expected him to ask me and I love that he didn’t. My face is a leaking ugly mess, but it doesn't stop me from seeing the most intensely beautiful yellow diamond he has bestowed upon me. It's delicate, yet formidable. It’s rare and illuminated, but it is also surrounded by other smaller classic diamonds, guarding its brilliance. Giving it room to shine, but keeping it shrouded in class. Much like me. “Do you like it?” Shit. I haven't said anything. Grabbing a hold of his face, I kiss him, with everything I have in me.
“I love you, Sir. This ring is exquisite, but it is the way you protect me, love me and take me, that’s priceless.” I kiss him again hoping he can feel everything I can’t say.
“Is that so?” his words send shivers down my body as he rolls me onto my back and begins to undress me.
“Yes.” I tell him licking my lips, already needy and impatient. Behind him, the sun is high in the sky, the night having passed and a new day beginning, erasing the nightmare and replacing it with a dream. This dream right here. The one where this powerfully sexy man wants me for life.
“Good. Because I am going to take you over and over, every single day.” God I want that. I am laid before him in nothing, but panties and I no longer feel shy or unsure. The diamond on my finger gives me the confidence I have always sought. His mouth moves to my nipple and I moan as he bites and licks them, one after the other and back again. He takes a moment and blows air on them. His mouth doesn’t stop as his hands rip my panties dive straight for my pussy. “I wonder how big they are going to get while you are filling up to feed my heirs?” he says between torturing me.
“Sir.” Spreading my legs wider, coaxing his hands where I need him most. He seems content to drive me out of my mind, running his finger from my clit to my opening, up and down, sliding the stickiness through the folds but not spending enough time anywhere.
“In this moment, my love, your future husband is going to make love to his future wife. At this moment, you may call me anything you like.” he stands between my legs and strips, smirking because he knows he is an Adonis. He knows the lure of his essence and he knows what seeing his ink does to me. His eyes are softer than normal, but his edge is never without. I attempt to pull his mouth to mine, while thrusting my pussy upward, wanting nothing more than to feel him impel his dick inside of me and remind me who I belong to. To my surprise, he has something else in mind. Shaking his head at me, he lays on top of me and interlocks our fingers. “Let me love you baby. I want to commemorate this moment with slow intention.”