Page 96 of One Spicy Summer

"I need you again," I whisper, crawling onto the bed and covering her body with mine, nudging her legs apart. "I’ll never get tired of this," I say, slipping my hand between her thighs and making her come with a quick, shuddering orgasm, just in time to slide inside her.

“A girl could get used to being woken up like this every day,” she moans, taking me deep like the good girl she was.

"Then you better start getting used to it, Princess. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh, Ry,” she groans as I feed the last inch into her. “You can’t beg me to stay,” she whispers.

“I refuse to let you go,” I growl, lifting one leg over my shoulders, gripping her hips, and slamming into her. “I fucking love you, Presley. You belong to me. No one else. Understand me?” The bed scrapes across the floor with every thrust.

“Yes! God, I understand!” she pants, teetering at the edge of her orgasm.

“Fucking right you do,” I snarl. “And you're only coming because I’m allowing it. I want to feel every quiver, every squeeze of your pussy while I pound into you.”

The possessiveness in my voice must’ve pushed her over the edge.

“Ry!” she screams, nails digging into my back as she clings to me, her orgasm tearing through her body.

“God, you look perfect coming undone for me,” I mutter, chasing my own release.

I could stay like this forever, wrapped in her, buried inside her.

As the high fades, reality sets in like a slow, burning ache.

“I don’t want to leave you,” I groan against her chest. "But I have to go to work.”

She stretches out beside me, pulling the covers over us. “It’s okay. I’ll call Agatha or something. I have plenty to do.”

“Oh yeah? Name one thing.”

I catch her scrambling for a reply, and I grin. "We could walk around the mall or catch a movie," she says, clearly winging it. "Working my leg will help it heal faster."

I rub her back, loving the feel of her smooth skin. "You could... or we could stay here and play house."

She instantly tenses. I know I hit a nerve.

"I don’t want to play, Ry. We were supposed to spend an eternity together, and- "

"Infinity," I correct, moving to kneel between her legs. "We were supposed to spend infinity together. And we still are."

I took her trembling hands in mine.

"I still want all of you, Presley. I don’t give a shit who you fucked when I wasn’t there. You belong to me. You were born to be mine, my wife, the mother of my children, the beginning to my end. Nothing will take that away again."

“I- ”

“No," I cut her off gently. “I’m not finished.”

Tears shimmer in her eyes as I confess, “I fucking love you. I've never stopped. I want all your darkness, all your light… all of you.”

The guilt burns inside me, knowing I hadn’t been there when she needed me most. I wasn’t there when she lost our son.

“Baby,” I whisper, brushing the tears from her cheeks, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, when he was growing inside you, when you delivered him, when you faced it all alone. I swear to you, you'll never be alone again. Only death will separate us.”

“Is that your idea of a proposal, Ry Ry?” she asks, her voice cracking with a bittersweet laugh.

“It’s an informal one. You’ll know when it’s the real thing.” I kiss her deeply. Even when she cries, she is the most beautiful girl in the world.

“I love you, Princess. This is us, picking up where we left off. Can you do that for me?”

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