Page 17 of Captive Desire

“Marry me.” I sigh against her throat and kiss her racing pulse. “Make me the happiest man in the whole world.”

There’s no denying the way she stiffens up. It’s the first time I’ve been so direct. After all of this, I don’t know what else I can do to convince her of my feelings. At this point, I’ve spelled out my love.

“You realize that means you’ll be tied to me forever, right? I won’t ever agree to a divorce.” Trying hard to sound stubborn, her words are nothing but music to my ears. “Is this even the best time for this conversation?”

“It is.” Tickling her sides with my feather-light touch, I drag my fingers down to her hips and squeeze them. “Marry me. I’ll have a ring made for you in less than a week.” Leaning down, I place a light kiss on one of her breasts. “Before our son is born. We’ll throw one hell of a celebration.”

Back arching, she sighs with a smile. “You’ve thought about this before?”

“Every single day.” Drawing her nipple into my mouth, I nibble and tease. Refusing to thrust until I get my answer, her frustrations grow more apparent with the way she squirms beneath me.

Finally hitting her breaking point, she curses under her breath. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

As my next breath catches in my throat at her agreement, I can’t help but bury myself a little deeper. This feeling of happiness, something I get to experience so rarely, leaves my heart feeling so full.

She’s mine. As soon as I can get a ring, everyone who crosses her path will know it as well. After all of this time wanting her… I can feel complete now.

I’ll start making arrangements and call whoever I can to move this along. All that can wait, however. Right now, I’m going to make her mine in more than just a title alone.

“Do I need to be gentle?” With her stomach brushing against mine, I don’t want to risk hurting her or our child. With how much I have pent up, it’ll be one hell of a challenge to hold back.

Her ankles cross at my back, tugging me closer while wiggling her hips. Grazing her lips against mine, she groans softly. “My body will be fine. Please tell me you don’t plan on torturing me for much longer.”

“Not another second,” I promise as I shift back to sit on my heels. It’s hard to focus when I’m left with a view like this. Pale skin withering against dark sheets. Flushed in more spots than others, I trace each with my eyes.

Gripping her thighs, I ease myself out before thrusting forward and watch the way her body melts. Catching my stare, she doesn’t think twice about holding back either.

Knowing damn well how much power she has over me, her hands hover over her breasts. Squeezing and kneading, I’m left clenching my jaw at the moans leaving her lips.

It doesn’t take long before the water from our shared shower is turning to beads of sweat. Collecting and rolling off the curves of her body, I’m left mesmerized.

Pulling out almost all the way, a moan rolls off my tongue when I plunge right back in.

“This was worth the wait,” I tell her through my teeth. “You’re perfect, Charity. Forgive me if I don’t last. These last four months have haunted me.”

She blinks up at me, stopping my motions for only a moment. “What are you saying? Have you not…not even with your hand?”

There’ve been plenty of times when my cock has throbbed so painfully, aching for this woman. Finding it as nothing but a weakness, I never indulged. Hell, all it would do is make my hunger worse. I’d want her more and more, to the point where I would’ve taken her far sooner.

“I’ve considered it plenty of times before.” Admitting the truth, I give her a grin. “Told myself I’d wait until I had you back in my arms. At that point, I only wanted your hands on me.”

Scoffing, she shakes her head. “You don’t have to do that. For your sake and mine. Hell, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had to use my fingers and–”

Stopping her there, I don’t want her putting images in my head. I’m already fighting demons here.

Every time I feel myself nearing my release, I have to force myself to slow down. Even if she came to my fingers, I won’t allow myself to come until she meets her undoing.

Putting all my focus on the motion of my hips, I struggle to thrust evenly. Especially with the way her pussy tightens around my shaft, milking me with every motion.

Hearing the hitch in her voice, I thrust deeper, faster. Arching her hips, Charity meets me for each one.

Eyes fluttering closed, her fingers clutch the fabric below. With knuckles turning white, her climax is near. The way she squeezes me, it’s like her body is begging for my release. All she’s doing is bringing me closer and closer.

“Charity. My bride.” Muttering all the titles I can possibly give this woman, my movement slows as her breath catches. The friction has become too much for her. I don’t even have to give her clit any more attention.

She comes with the sweetest gasp.

Heart thumping, I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure seeping through my veins. Thanking all those above for being able to hold on from this point, I’m hit with a rush that leaves me dizzy.

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