Page 60 of A Promise For Tomorrow

My eyes close as he brings me to the edge.

This giant tsunami he’s created is starting to crest.

I’m about to crash.

Demolishing anything in my path.

He lets go completely, pistoning into me while sucking my neck and pulling the sensitive skin between his teeth.

“You are perfect, Madison,” he grinds out before swiveling my head to look at him. “Marry me again. Tell me you want this just as badly as I do,” he pants between thrusts.

I want to answer him. I want to shout it to the rooftops—but I can’t. My vision goes all sparkly and my orgasm slices through me. My soul leaves my body as the word ‘yes’ gets stuck somewhere behind a garbled scream. Diego joins me at the same time, covering my mouth with his as we both ride out the ecstasy we feel when our bodies collide.

After a moment, he slides out of me, spinning me around and pulling me close. My head rests against his chest, his heart beating erratically behind his butterfly tattoo. His fingers mindlessly play with my hair as we both catch our breath.

“Is it just the sex for you then?” he asks defeatedly.

“What?No. Oh my God,Ocean Eyes. You literally took my breath away. I wanted to tell you when you asked. It was nearly impossible to get the words out…” I look up, giggling and kissing the scruff dusting his chin. A giddy smile forms, stretching wildly across my face. “Yes. Yes. I will marry you again... On one condition.”

His palm cups my face as his thumb rubs the apple of my cheek. Worry etches his face as his eyes dart back and forth between mine, searching for any hint of the answer.

“I want my rings back. The same ones. I don’t want you to recreate everything. Some of those memories should stay exactly as they are.”

He chuckles before kissing me twice in succession.

“Deal.”

Diego rises to his feet and walks over to the small leather overnight bag he brought. I take a moment to admire the inkedartwork on his back. A reminder of the two sides to this man. The ones I equally fell in love with. I honestly don’t believe I could do one without the other. My eyes shamelessly drop lower to admire his tan sculpted ass.I’m the lucky one here.

The Bone Breakerreaches inside and retrieves a small velvet box. Pivoting on his heel, he makes his way back towards me. Eyes determined as ever and sparkling with appreciation, they scan me from head to toe.

I do the same, admiring the tattoo he got for me before my gaze drops lower. I lick my lips at the sight of his abs that form a cobblestone pathway to a deep V. His cock glistens with a combination of both our releases.It’s hot as fuck.

Diego marches his way towards me all confident, cocky, and totallymine. The light from the fireplace dances over his skin making him appear like some sort of God. Just like the ones from the fantasy books I read.

My cheeks heat as my core greedily clenches with the need for round two. Like the true predator he is, he picks up on my sudden shift. His cock twitches in response. The wild look on his face tells me he’s more than ready to comply with my desires.

When he reaches me, he sinks down onto one knee, opening the box and reuniting me with my gorgeous engagement ring. The ring he got with such limited time, and yet, was still able to perfect—just for me. The blue sapphires sparkle just like his eyes right now.

“Madison De La Cruz…” he smirks. His lips curl up revealing that dazzling smile I have come to adore. “Marry me again?” He holds out the ring, placing the box on the floor beside him.

“Yes.” I smile, holding my left hand out for him to slide the ring on.

As the cool metal finds its home back on my ring finger, I release a sigh of relief before his lips are on mine and I’m engulfed in his embrace, tumbling back down to the floor.

“Where is my wedding band?” I ask curiously.

Diego places a kiss to the tip of my nose. “You’ll have to wait for that one.”

My eyebrow raises in question as his lips claim mine, effectively ending that conversation—for now.

A neon pink,penis-shaped shot glass is shoved into my hand. Tequila sloshes over the rim as Lexi slams her own glass against mine.

“I want to thank my Matron of Honor and Conor’s Best Man, Liam for planning this incredible bachelor and bachelorette weekend!” she shouts over the music bumping through the speakers. The beach at Diego’s private island is crowded with our close family and friends.

Tiki torches line the pathways and surround the white furniture placed aesthetically throughout. Warm Edison string lights glow above us, making the space cozy and romantic.

This moment feels anything but.

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