Page 56 of Fate on the Ice

He grunts and then leans back slightly. I hear him clear his throat, and he stands to his feet, placing me on my own. He calls out for everyone to listen. He has something to say, but I stand in front of him, my heart slamming against my chest, wondering what he’s going to say… what he’s going to do. Then he begins to speak.

“It’s only been a few weeks since I bumped into this beautiful girl standing here, the birthday girl,” he begins.

My stomach twists, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m going to throw up, cry, or if my heart is going to stop beating inside of my chest. Otto chuckles before he clears his throat, and then he swings his gaze to mine, holding it and focusing on only me.

I feel like I’m the only woman in the room.

He only sees me.

And I only see him.

Then he reaches into his pocket and takes out a small box. He sinks to his knee and opens the box. Inside is a ring—a gorgeous ring.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine. I knew where you belonged. And it’s here, with me, surrounded by our friends and family. Marry me, Grace.”

Lifting my hand to my mouth, I try to cover my gasp, but it doesn’t work. It’s loud enough that I know everyone standing around us watching heard it. I’m not sure I care, though, and once again, tears well before they roll down my cheeks.

“Yes,” I hiccup.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

OTTO

I feel something against the side of my throat, then my shoulder, then my chest, all the way down to my… my eyes open wide, and I suck in a breath, looking down to see my woman wrap her mouth around the head of my cock.

Rocking up on my elbows, I look down my chest to find her messy blonde hair and her wide eyes looking up at me as she begins to bob up and down on my length. Her hand slides up my chest, stopping in the middle. Her ring is on display. It sparkles. It looks damn good on her finger.

Damn good.

I wrap my fingers around hers, and my thumb slides across the ring, feeling it against my skin. I love her. This woman. And soon, she is going to be my wife. Soon.

Her mouth bobs up and down along my length. It feels so good, and I’m still half-asleep. I could come in an instant. I could come down her throat and fall back asleep, my whole body satisfied.

But I don’t. Because that shit would not be right. My woman needs her own satisfaction. And since I’m the only man who can and will ever give it to her again, I better do that before we fall back asleep.

Her tongue is warm, her mouth fucking perfect as she moves up and down along my length. She sucks, wrapping her fingers around the base of my dick. She moves up and down, her eyes never leaving mine.

I think that’s the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world.

I slide my hand from hers and tangle my fingers through her hair, gripping the strands as I take over. I move her mouth along my length. I watch as she shifts up and down, lifting my hips so I go a little farther down her throat with each thrust.

Then I stop.

I gently guide her off my length. “I’m going to come,” I murmur.

“That’s kind of the point,” she says with a smirk as she uses her index finger and thumb to wipe the excess saliva off her mouth. Without a single word of instruction, she climbs up my body and straddles my thighs.

Wrapping my fingers around my dick, I steady myself as she begins to lower herself, taking me inside of her body. Gripping her hips, my fingers dig into her flesh as I hold her down. I’m fully rooted inside of her, closing my eyes at the sensation of her body wrapped snuggly around my own.

I feel her palms press against my chest as she looks down into my eyes. “I love you, Otto Larsson,” she whispers.

“Fuck me,” I grind out. “I love you more than you could ever imagine, Grace. Take me slowly and fuck me, honey. Fuck me nice and slow.”

She does just what I ask, her hips rolling. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. I didn’t think sex could be this way, not until I did it with her. It’s soul-consuming, the way she feels. I grip her harder but try not to take over.

But I have to do something with my hands.

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