Page 84 of Worth the Vow

But, I learned a thing or two, and as Dominic is now winding my hair around his fists as he thrusts into my mouth, I’d say he’s happy with my prowess. He only lets me have my fun for a few moments before he yanks himself out and plops down on the blanket, pulling me into his lap again.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” I pout.

“I know. I just really want to be in your pussy when I come,” he grunts as he maneuvers into position and slides inside. We both groan as he fills me, and I throw my head back in bliss. I feel Dominic’s hands clutch my back, and he sweeps one hand into my hair again, dragging my head toward his. I try to move, but his arms tighten around me, forcing me to sit still.

“Dominic,” I whine, hating how I sound, but needing more.

“Give me your hand, Katharine,” he whispers.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Look at me, baby,” he says. I open my eyes and find him staring at me, moonlight reflecting off his deep eyes. “Give me your left hand.”

“Okay,” I murmur slowly, incredibly bewildered at why he needs my hand right now. I show him my hand, and he grabs it, quickly removing my wedding band. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“Did you know there’s a reason for how to place the wedding band if an engagement ring is also present?” he asks, and I shake my head. Why is this coming up right now? “What about the reasoning for wearing rings on the fourth finger?”

That one I do know. “It’s something to do with a connection to the heart, right?”

Dominic nods. “In ancient times, Romans believed a blood vessel ran directly from the fourth finger to the heart. So, they felt it made the most sense to wear a symbol of one’s love and devotion to another person on that finger. It’s why, when an engagement ring is present, a person wears the wedding band first, and then the engagement ring, so the wedding band is closer to the heart.”

I feel him slide my wedding band back onto my finger, but it feels different. It feels, thicker. Heavier. Looking down, the moonlight glints off a large gemstone, and I gasp. “Dominic!”

He brings my left hand to his mouth, kissing my rings softly. “We never discussed rings. I bought our bands almost as an afterthought, and only remembered to get white gold because you told Sienna once that you hated how gold looked on your skin. But every time I looked at your hand, I became more enraged that you didn’t have an engagement ring.”

“I didn’t care about that,” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat.

“I know you didn’t, baby. But I should have. I do. I want you to know how much I love you, and how important you are to me.”

“Are you sure you didn’t do this so everyone will know I’m taken?” I tease as tears fall from my eyes.

Dominic smiles as he softly swipes his thumbs across my cheeks, catching my tears. “I want everyone to know that I belong to you just as much, Katharine.”

Dominic

I’m a stoic man. I don’t like to show emotion. I rarely get really angry, and I don’t enjoy shouting. I’m a type-A man, and I don’t like disorganized chaos. I’m not one to put myself out there for anyone other than family, and I certainly never wanted a woman to take over my life.

Until her.

This beautiful woman steamrolled into my life when I didn’t know I needed her the most, and she’s buried so deep into my soul that I don’t know how I’d ever move on from her.

Still, wearing my heart on my sleeve is new, and awkward, and as I wait for Katharine to put me out of my misery, I can feel my anxiety hooking its claws into my confidence. And honestly, I probably should have done this when we weren’t mostly naked, sitting in the middle of our backyard, and when I wasn’t buried inside her. Yet it also seemed like the perfect time to give her this ring, a symbol of my complete and utter devotion to her, when I couldn’t be more vulnerable.

Say something, baby. Please.

“Oh, Dominic,” she gushes, a breathtaking smile breaking as she throws her arms around my neck. “I love you so much.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” I mutter, burying my face in her neck.

“Were you nervous?” she asks, and I nod. “What? Why? You’re never nervous.”

Lifting my head, I look at her. “First time for everything, I guess.”

Kate rests her forehead against mine. “Did you think I wouldn’t like the ring? I love it, baby. It’s perfect.”

I let out a relieved exhale, surprised at how tense I was as I waited for her reaction. “I’ve never bought an engagement ring before. I didn’t even take one of my sisters with me. I wanted to do it myself, but it was overwhelming.”

“Not even Arianna?”

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