Page 83 of Dark Truths

“Even if my family never forgives you?” Humor brightens up her eyes.

“Even then.” The words she spoke in the hospital replay in my mind as I kiss her, and suddenly, the impossible doesn’t feel so far-fetched. Now that she knows the truth, there’s only one obstacle in our way now and the solution for that may actually be what was once impossible. “Marry me, angel.”

She stills. “Wh-what?”

“I said marry me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffs. “Rose wasn’t being serious. It's a crazy idea, Dimitri.”

“Maybe or maybe not. Think about it. If we’re married, your family will be less likely to kill your husband and the father of your children.”

“You’re insane.” She laughs even as she looks at me with hopeful skepticism.

“Without a doubt, but marry me anyways.”

I watch her work through all the different scenarios before a slow smile spreads across her face as she comes to a conclusion. “Okay.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.” Gabriella’s hands come up to cup my face as she presses her hips down. “I’ll marry you.”

“Gabriella,” I mumble her name against her lips when she continues, unable to focus on the fact that she just agreed to marry me.

“Hmm?” she hums, rolling her hips now, brushing her warm core against my quickly hardening dick.

“You’re tired and injured,” I remind her, struggling to keep my resolve when all I want is to be buried in that sweet, soft, and warm pussy.

“Uh huh,” she answers, moving to place open mouth kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and across my bare pecs before following the same path back up. “But I’d like to fuck my future husband.”

“Fuck me,” I groan as I toss my head back, giving her more room.

“That’s what I said,” she replies before doing this number with her hips that I swear leaves me seeing stars.

Alright then. If my little angel wants to play with the devil, then so be it.

I reach for her shirt and tug it off her head, enjoying how she giggles before kissing me again. While she shimmies out of her shorts, I tug my briefs down and free my pierced, hard cock.

She firmly grasps the base, just beneath my Jacob’s ladder, and squeezes with just enough pressure to elicit a deep, throaty sound that teeters on the edge of pain and pleasure. I watchthrough lust-filled eyes while she scoots down my legs and then with a sinful wink, bows her head to wrap her warm, perfect mouth around the head of my cock.

I reach out on instinct to bury my hands in her hair and keep them there for guidance but not direction. Because she doesn’t need any. My sinful angel sucks my cock like it’s her own tootsie roll lollipop and she’s eager to get to the prize in the middle.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfection,” I groan, my hips thrusting up to graze the back of her throat. When she gags, the sound only pushes me forward because I know how much she loves it.

My balls tighten as heat gathers at the base of my spine. I’m close to blowing my load down her throat and she knows. I meet her watery eyes for a quick second before she reaches down to cup my balls. When she rolls them in her palm, I unravel and flood her mouth, enjoying how she swallows every drop. Her tongue caresses every inch of me clean, before releasing my cock from her mouth with an audiblePOP.

She grins up at me and I pull her face to mine, devouring her mouth the way she just did my cock. I can taste myself on her tongue and it’s like an aphrodisiac straight to my crotch, preparing for round two.

“If I could get you even more pregnant, I would,” I tell her, like the alpha she drives me to be.

“Why don’t you try?” she challenges with a raised brow and a sinful sparkle in her eyes.

I grip her hips and faster than she can blink, I flip us so she’s on her back this time. Nestling myself between her thighs, I kiss her passionately, relishing in her joyful giggles at my behavior.

“Challenge accepted, angel.”

And then I slide home to do just that.

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