Page 156 of Mountain Men Heroes

“I need you to be sure.”

Her channel tightened around his cock, and his eyes closed. He pulled out enough her swollen lips wrapped around the tip and teased him back into the depths of her pussy. Where he belonged.

She palmed his face, caressed the rough stubble of his jaw, looked into the depths of his eyes and whispered, “Will you marry me, Damon Savage? I fell for you the second you complimented me on my pink long-johns.”

Shock widened his eyes. “You never cease to amaze me.” He sank his length into her and brought his other elbow to rest by her head. “As long as I shall live I will love you. I can’t question fate or how the universe brought me such a tender and kind soul.”

“The girl that always wants answers begs to know why but this once, perhaps when it matters the most, I willingly let fate carry me through. I can’t deny the love you feel for me as I feel the same love for you.”

Damon’s hands sunk beneath Ivy’s ass. He leaned back and let out a deep long roar then pulled out and drove in with a delicious slap of his pelvis against her clit.

“Damon, don’t stop.” Her ragged plea drove him harder, faster.

With a hand to the back of her head and another around her waist, he hoisted her off the couch and brought her to meet his thrusts. Braced above the cushion and in his arms, her chest rose and fell as the ugliness of her past slipped away, replaced with pure harmony. She buried her hands in his hair as a fiery heat tore through her core.

He rocked into her once more and the ribbons magic that brought them together on Christmas and landed her snowbound with her mountain man laced around them, this time thicker, stronger. Invisible to all but them.

They spiraled down to twine around them and they didn’t stop until it had them tied together.

He watched her with his whiskey eyes, the fire in them so hot lava looked like ice in comparison. His muscles bulged and flexed beneath her palms. Everything stilled as the hot ribbons of his come filled her pussy. So much so it slipped out and wet her thighs making her sticky with his release.

Her breath came ragged and she could barely form a complete thought much less draw words from any of the jumbled thoughts that flitted across her mind.

He eased her down as he kissed a trail across the planes of her stomach, over her highly sensitive clit and all the way down to her toes.

When he finished, he pulled her close as he came to rest behind her. Tenderly he brushed several kisses over her marred skin.

“Is that a yes?”

A low rumbled laugh eased her the small spike of worry in her of him saying no. She didn’t know what came over her, why she asked, but it was out there and she wanted an answer.

“Yes, angel.”

Soft pelting sounds lent the illusion of seclusion from the outside world and any of the problems reality brought. She rose and settled into his arms. “I think I would like a winter wedding.”

“My little Texas angel loves the snow, huh?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder. “I love you, Damon Savage.”

“And I love you.”

She sighed. “I could stay right here forever.”

“Glad to hear you say that.” Damon ran the length of his nose along the crook of her neck and she melted into his arms.

“I don’t ever want to be alone again.”

“Never for both of us. Come here—I have something for you.”

He pulled her to sit up with him and wrapped them both in a warm blanket. “There might not be a Christmas tree,” he started.

“Don’t worry about. I’m used to it.”

“Those are words that will never be spoken again as long as I live.”

She smiled and turned in his arms to press a kiss to his cheek. “I happen to think you’re the best Christmas present.” She nudged him with her elbow.

He rose and went over to where he tossed aside his pants and took out something, but she couldn’t see what. He sat back down beside her and gathered her hand in his.

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