Page 112 of Wedlocked

I rocked into it, nipping at his arm again. His fingers grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Our stares collided, and then he was devouring me, kissing away any thought I might have.

My hand trailed down his abs, over his hip, and to his shaft, wrapping around it. He thrust into my palm and moaned, and I gave him a tight squeeze.

Abruptly, he pulled back and pushed me against the glass door. I hissed at the temperature of the glass against my lust-heated skin.

“You can take it, can’t you, little siren?” he purred in my ear as he pressed me a little harder against the glass. “You can take the cold of the glass and the heat of my body as I claim you right here for the entire mountain to see.”

I gasped, opening my eyes to force my focus out across the mountaintop. It was dark with pockets of light here and there, but we were definitely alone.

“Landry?”

“Yes, Jay. Right here. Right now,” I said, my breath creating a cloud on the glass.

“Put your hands up on the glass where I can see them. Let me look at my ring taking over your hand.”

God, he was so dominating.

God, it made my knees so weak.

I laid my palms against the glass, and he growled in satisfaction, leaning over to kiss the ring on my finger.

His hands were warm against my skin, and he used his feet to push mine wider. I spread my legs, and he laid a palm in the middle of my back, pressing slightly. I bent, leaving my hands on display, and his swollen head nudged my entrance.

I rocked back on him with a moan, and he pushed in. My eyes rolled back in my head as he pulled out and thrust in again, the grip on my hips firm.

“There you go.” He panted. “Fucking perfect.”

The space was limited and the gondola was already swaying, so I stayed as I was, bent at the waist, offering my body for whatever he wanted.

He went at me with a voracious appetite, the proof I needed that he was keyed up for this proposal, and I slammed back, meeting his thrust. His hips stuttered and he ground against me, his pelvis rubbing my ass.

“Fuck, baby,” he swore as I felt him pulse inside me.

“Mark me, Jay,” I goaded, wiggling on him. “Mark your fiancée.”

He groaned and slammed into me, his thighs shaking as a deep rumble ripped out of him. I felt him empty inside me, my body spasming around his to drink him deeper, and his orgasmwent on and on as aftershocks rocked us both. When he was spent, he kept ahold of my hips and dragged me back, sitting on the bench and keeping me in his lap. I sat reverse cowgirl, and he reached around me to spread my thighs, at the same time thrusting his still-hard cock inside me. I groaned, head falling back on his shoulder.

One hand covered my breast and the other went between my legs to my sensitive, swollen clit. He touched it, and I started to tremble. His lips latched on to my neck and sucked while he pumped shallowly into my body, rolling my clit between two fingers.

“J-j-jay.” I gasped, wrapping my fingers around his wrist.

“Give it to me, little siren.”

I splintered apart, arching off his body as he continued to play me like an expert. I shook and leaked all over him until I was a trembling, sated mess in his lap.

He was completely soft by the time he pulled his hands from my center, and I sighed, rolling my face into his neck.

“This was perfect,” I whispered.

“I just want you to be happy.”

“As long as I have you, I will be,” I murmured, holding out my arm so we could both look at the diamond winking on my finger.

I shivered, the chilly air much colder now that my veins weren’t on fire with desire.

Jason patted my hip. “Get dressed, baby. I’ll pour some champagne.”

“Think we’ll still get to see some of the tour?” I asked, peering out the windows as I dressed.

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