Page 48 of In the Cover of Darkness

Taking his hand, I press his fingers to the inside of my arm. “Can you feel that?” locating the small contraceptive rod. “I have the implant. I got it about a year ago and was rechecked at the medical centre. I'm okay to not use a condom if you are.”

Resting his forehead against mine, he mumbles, “How are you so perfect for me?” before pulling back and saying, “I was tested when I left the Army. I'm okay, but I want you to be sure. I've never not used a condom. You would be my first.”

“I'm sure. Please, I want you.”

He positions himself at my entrance, taking the bulk of his weight on his forearms. Slowly, he pushes into me, the complete opposite of when he fucked me against the truck earlier. I can feel every inch as he slides into me, stretching me until he's completely sheathed. This feeling of fullness is so intense in this position.

“You feel like heaven, baby,” he groans.

His thrusts are gentle and controlled as we kiss, moaning into each other's mouths. I'm completely surrounded by him, around me and inside me. I feel all consumed. This is my turn to have him like he took me earlier. I want to be in charge this time. I want to devour him as much as he has me.

“Roll over, I want to be on top,”

Without breaking our connection he rolls us so I'm straddling him. I rock against him so my clit gets the friction it needs, but he can still meet my thrusts. He grabs my hips, pressing his fingers into them so hard that I hope he leaves bruises, the first time I've ever wanted to be marked by a lover. Rocking me with him, I can feel the build of my orgasm growing.

“Use me. Take what you need,” he growls.

He sits up so our chests are pressed against each other, wrapping his arms firmly around me as we continue to grind against each other. Our thrusts are shallow in this position but I can still feel myself getting closer to the peak that's building.

Moaning, I pull him tighter into me, I want to be as close to him as I can. Our connection feels like electricity, sparking between us.

Kissing him firmly, I can't help but feel all of my emotions building as I chase my orgasm. All the words he said tonight, all the moments we've shared over the past several months have brought us to this point. This place in time where no one else matters but us and the bond we've created.

“I love you,” I whisper into his mouth, our kissing growing feverish, our thrusts becoming erratic as we both fall over the edge together. I can feel his thick cock pulsing as he comes inside me, riding out our orgasm as long as we can. Still holding me firmly against himself, his body keeping me warm despite the cold night air. Panting, he pulls me away slightly to look at my face.

“Say it again,” he growls.

His eyes are piercing mine as he waits for me to respond. "I … I love you, Dante."

“Again,” he growls, a small grin forming on his face as he squeezes me tighter.

“I love you,” I say, more confidently, smiling back at him.

Taking a breath, he continues to hold me, his cock remaining hard inside me.

"Love is too simple a word to say to express how I feel about you, Mila. The world was in black and white until I met you, and now every day you shower me in colour. I breathe easier when you're near me, and I've never slept so well as when I hold you in my arms. In such a short period of time, you have become my everything, my whole world. So if that's love, then I love you too. I love you with every fibre of my being. I think I've loved you from our first days together, and I will love you until our last. I know right now it's a little soon to be saying this and I don't want to scare you off but, marry me, Mila. There is only you for me, so if not right now promise me someday that we will, that you will pick me to share that white picket fence dream with."

I can't help the tears from falling, big heavy tears as I'm completely overwhelmed by tonight and everything that's happened between us.

“Okay,” I gasp. Barely managing to get that out between sobs.

“Okay you'll marry me?” he asks, the uncertainty of what I've agreed to showing in his voice.

“Okay to all of it. I love you and yes, I will marry you.” I say, kissing him firmly, the taste of my tears on our tongues. "Let's just give us a few months to be an actual couple, but I promise in 6 months if we haven't done so already, then we will go to the nearest courthouse and get someone to marry us."

“You can have a big wedding if you want, spare no expense. Anything you want I'll get it for you.”

Shaking my head at him, “No, I don't want all that. Just you and me is all I want. Maybe Ace and Nova if they want to tag along. I don't need all the fuss but maybe we can have a party afterwards. I can invite Charlie to come up for it too.”

“Anything you want, baby, I'll make it happen.”

I move to climb off him but he stops me, holding my hips, keeping himself firmly inside me.

“You have the most amazing stamina,” I chuckle, “I can't believe you're still hard.”

“Don't expect this all the time, I think my cock is still trying to catch up to everything that's happened tonight. Also, I like the idea of my cum inside you. I want to keep it there as long as I can, stay inside you as long as I can, too.”

Moving our position, I feel like putty in his hands when he shifts us so we're lying down again. My back pressed to his chest, wrapped firmly in his arms, never once letting himself slip from inside me.

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