Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I groan again. “I thought about binding you, but I decided against it, and I’m glad. You couldn’t be more beautiful than you are now, bound only by my command.” I drip wax on her abdomen, close to her mound.
She shivers as the wax cools and hardens.
No clit. I can’t take the chance that her sensitive flesh will burn.
I move down to her thighs, dripping the wax into long rivers over her flesh. I spread her legs. “You’re glistening, Skye. So wet. Fuck.”
I blow out the candle.
She sucks in a breath.
I disrobe quickly, and within seconds I’m hovering over her, ready to plunge inside.
“I love you, Skye. I fucking love you so much.” I thrust into her.
The wax shapes bend slightly with each of my thrusts, and her nipples react to the friction. She meets my gaze.
“I love you, too, Braden. So much.”
I lift my eyebrows slightly at her disobedience. I haven’t told her she can speak.
Should I punish her?
But I’m inside her, her tight walls sucking me in, completing me.
I close my eyes, squeezing them shut as I continue to fuck her hard and fast.
And with each thrust, she lifts her hips.
Part of me longs for her touch, for her to grab my ass and pull me farther into her.
In Kansas, at the hotel… Pure sex. Vanilla sex.
We’ll do that again.
But not today.
Her walls clamp around me, and her climax is inevitable. I dive into her, fucking her, fucking her, fucking her…
And when she comes, she undulates into me, takes my body into hers with more passion than ever before.
She moans and cries out, shuddering beneath me as her pussy explodes around my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan as I release into her.
I soar to the clouds with each contraction of my cock that flows through my body like wildfire.
And I know.
I know, despite that I thought I was protecting her, that I would never have been able to stay away from her.
She is the woman I will spend my life with.
Always.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Two days later, we’re back in Boston. Penny runs toward Skye, and she peppers her little face with kisses. Already she’s nearly doubled in size. She gives Sasha equal attention, while I hang my suitcoat on the coatrack near the elevator door.
Skye and I are in love, and everything is going well.
Beau Reardon is awaiting trial for assault with a deadly weapon, and his son Peter sang like a canary about the drugs, so the DA is preparing additional charges against both of them and Garrett Ramirez, who is out on bail and will stand trial for drugging and raping Tessa.
Addison is no longer a threat to either of us. I met with Brock Ames and a slew of attorneys this morning, paid back the half million dollars Brock gave me all those years ago, and we drew up a new agreement, nullifying the previous one. The statute of limitations for any allegations Addie could make against me has long expired. Now, if she comes near either of us again, we will file charges.
Skye smiles.
Christopher and the others seem to have disappeared, and she heads to the kitchen. “You want anything?” she asks me.
“No, I’m good. Thanks.”
I quietly follow her into the kitchen where she grabs a glass, fills it with ice and water, and takes a long drink. She sets the glass on the counter, turns, and—
She gasps when she sees me.
I’m about to do something I never imagined wanting to do. Needing to do.
I cup her face and kiss her long and hard. She melts into me and returns my kiss. I savor her, every part of her—every part of this woman I love. What I’m going to do is all kinds of right, and although I could easily prolong the embrace and take her to the bedroom, I break the kiss. “I love you, Skye,” I say, my voice gruff.
“I love you, too.”
Then I drop to one knee.
She gasps again.
I pull a ruby-red velvet box out of my pocket, open it, and hand it to her.
It’s a ring. A diamond ring, and it’s large but not ostentatious. I know her. I know she wouldn’t want anything over the top.
“I didn’t want to do this in New York,” I say. “I wanted to do it here. In our home.”
“Our home?”
“Yes. I want you to move in with me, Skye.”
She clasps her hand to her mouth.
“The diamond choker you wear at the club is yours now,” I say. “It tells the world you’re mine in the dark. But Skye, I want the world to know you’re mine all the time. Everywhere we go.”
“Oh my God, Braden.”
“Will you accept this ring? Will you marry me? Will you be mine? Always?”
She drops to her knees in front of me, cups both my cheeks, and as a tear streams from her eye, she replies.