Stalk Her

“You gonna just watch me, Poppy baby, or you going to come over here and let me wash you?”

I wasn’t surprised he knew I was standing right behind him. It didn’t matter how stealthy I’d been, how quiet, nothing got past Butcher.

And so I grinned, stepped forward, and let my fingers trail along his muscular back. I stared at the tattoos that covered his skin, watched the droplets of water cascade along the length of his spine.

“Butcher.” I whispered his name. He turned around then, ran a hand over his face to clear the beads of water away, and stared down at me, looked right in my eyes.

“I know what you need, baby girl.” His voice was pitched low, barely audible over the spray of the shower.

He cupped my cheek and smoothed his fingers along my skin, causing my arousal to kick into overdrive.

“You need me to love you?”

I nodded instantly, slowly. My lips were parted as he leaned in. My breath stalled as he placed his mouth on mine. And a moan left me as he slipped his tongue deep inside me and took everything else away until all I felt was pleasure.

I found myself in his arms, pressed up against the tiled wall, his mouth on my neck and his cock nudging the entrance of my pussy. With my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands curled around his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, I ran my tongue along the shell of his ear.

“Fuck me. Show me how much you love me,” I said a second before he groaned and gave me exactly what I wanted.

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Butcher

Later that evening

The muted moonlight came through the blinds, giving this silvery glow to the bedroom. I held Poppy close, both of us naked after the shower, my cock still semi-hard even after I’d fucked her up against the wall and pumped my cum deep inside her.

But then again, she had this effect on me. In fact, I could have buried myself deep in her tight body and lost myself to oblivion over and over again, because I’d never get enough.

We’d eaten family dinner just hours before, taken one more shower just her and me, because truthfully, I couldn’t get enough of her. And now here we were, lying together, the aftereffects of me fucking her still humming through my body.

This was perfect. She was perfect.

She was mine in every sense of the word.

I picked up her hand and stared at her delicate, long fingers. Ran my digits over hers, marveling at how soft her skin was, how perfect it felt holding her. Then I stared at her ring finger, my heart beating faster, those words on the tip of my tongue. Hell, I’d been thinking about this for months, ever since I knew she’d be mine, ever since the first moment I laid eyes on her.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispered, the sleepy tone in her voice pleasing me, because I knew she was exhausted. I slipped my fingers between hers, held her hand, and placed it over my heart.

“I’m thinking about you, about how much I love you, about how I’m not complete unless you’re by my side.” I looked at her, saw the small smile on her face, and I shifted on the bed to face her. I brought our conjoined hands to my mouth and kissed her knuckles, running the pad of my thumb over the back of her hand. “You feel that way too?” I knew she did, but hearing her say it was pretty fucking incredible.

She rose up and kissed me. It wasn’t anything sexual, just a little peck, but fuck did it feel good.

“I love you too,” she said against my lips, and I forced myself not to push her onto her back and claim her, to part those pretty thighs of hers and plunge my cock home.

But I didn’t do any of that, because what was on my mind was more important than sexual pleasure. What was on my mind was about our future.

And I wanted to. Fuck, I really wanted to. But what I wanted more was to have her as mine in all the ways that counted.

“Poppy….”

The way she looked at me had my chest tightening. It was a look of worry. But the way I’d said her name had been sort of hesitant.

“Is everything okay?” She sat up, probably instantly able to see the change in me.

I didn’t know what to say at first despite the fact that I had the words right on the tip of my tongue.

Just fucking say it. Be a man. Tell her how you feel and what you want.

So I took a deep breath and just went for it.

“Marry me. Let’s make this legal.” My heart was in my throat, and the seconds that ticked by with her being silent, the more worry filled me. Fuck, I’d never been this nervous before. “Although, the fucking truth is, I’ll never let you go, married or not. But I want you as my wife, as my old lady, the mother of my babies, Poppy. I want you as my family, irrevocably.” She was all of that and more. And I didn’t need a fucking legal piece of paper to say that, but shit, I wanted it.