Page 22 of Their Rustic Retreat

And the same is true of me. I know how he likes me to do a little grind on his cock as he impales me on him. He likes how I claw his back with each and every motion, how I murmur incoherently into his ear, my breath tickling him. How I arch back for him, letting him fuck me deeper and deeper as we keep embracing our lust for one another.

Feeling all of that beautiful naked body of his under my grasp, knowing it was for me to enjoy to the fullest. That I could draw in such a stud. It’s such an amazing feeling to enjoy.

We’re so perfectly in sync with one another. I remember the awkwardness of our first time. We still clicked so well, but no one is perfect on their first try. Now it’s simply a perfect symphony of lust.

The fires inside me stoke his. Desire spreads through my body with each and every penetration.

“The most beautiful woman on the planet, now my fiancée,” he whispers, his breath ragged. “And soon to be my wife.”

He thrusts deep within me, the sensation shooting through me and sending me screaming out with need. My arms wrap around him, and I hold him close, his embrace growing tighter by the moment. I can barely hang on, but I know the longer I do, the more intense the orgasm will be.

One more stroke. I’m crying out, damn near screaming at him so loud, they have to be hearing me from the town below.

It hits me so hard. I screech at the top of my lungs as my climax runs wild through my body, my heart beating against my rib cage as my vision blurs from the absolute intensity.

Tristian hits his peak, too, his cock throbbing deep within as my pussy squeezes him for all he’s worth, doing what nature intends for him to unleash all of his seed into me, greedy for its warmth and potency.

God, it feels too good. So pleasurable. Powerful. At that moment, we’re together, the closest to heaven that any person can possibly be on earth.

We ride out this thrill and soon are panting, sweat drenching our beautiful naked selves. His cock still throbs inside me, his hardness not wavering. It’s fading, but I’m in no rush to get off him. Instead I lay on top of him, purring with content, enjoying the serenity of our moment together.

I then notice a new tattoo, one over his heart. My name, stylistically written on a ribbon with the words “Property of” dangling above it.

“Marking yourself as mine, I see,” I say, running my finger over that part of his chest, of which I am sure is still tender.

The way Tristian winces slightly tells me my guess was correct. “Felt right. Closest I can get your name to my heart without getting surgery and tattooing it on one of my ribs.”

“You don’t have to go that far, lover boy. This is more than sweet enough.” I tease him a bit more. Maybe he’d grow to like it. “Although, I could have made you look damn foolish by turning you down.”

“You wouldn’t have. You don’t pop the question unless you’re certain what the answer is going to be.”

“So sure of that, eh, lover boy?”

“Didn’t we have this whole conversation of not worrying about things that aren’t going to happen? Or didn’t happen? You’re mine now, Serena, and that’s that.”

I chuckle as I kiss him again. “Maybe I should get one too. With your name.”

“A special bonus wedding-ringlike thing just for the two of us?”

“Yeah.”

“That’d be wonderful.”

God, marriage on top of everything else.

And I’m not even twenty yet.

I wonder what miracles I must have worked in my past life to have life turn out so damn good.

epilogue

SERENA

No one was really surprised when I announced my engagement to Tristian.

I guess all the time I spent with him and how I wouldn’t shut up about him when he wasn’t around kinda gave up the game.

And I guess girls in Evergreen Valley tend to fall in love hard and fast. My brother’s engagement and marriage came quickly, as did all of his closest friends.

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