Page 133 of Wild Tangled Hearts

“You taste incredible.” His thumb traces over the contour of my cheek, his thick, engorged cock pressing teasingly against my belly.

Desire throbs, starting brand new.

“I need you inside me,” I whimper.

His groan rips out as he sinks into me, our breath mingled, heart beats in sync. Every single part of us shared.

As the room fills with our sounds of pleasure and rapture ripples through my body, I lie in Sebastian’s arms, satiated and consumed by euphoria.

“That was a nice break,” I say, grinning up at him.

“Better than nice.” He presses his lips against my forehead.

I sigh, the sound a mix of contentment and reluctance. “Wish I didn’t have to pack everything up and go home,” I mumble as I sit up.

But Sebastian doesn’t let me move away. He pulls me back down against his chest, his arms securely around me. “Then stay,” he whispers.

I hesitate, my mind racing with thoughts of responsibilities and commitments. “I can’t. I have other supplies I need for tomorrow. And my clothes—”

His kiss silences my words, and he murmurs against my lips, “Stay.” He places a soft kiss on my nose. “Here.” His lips move to my neck. “Always.”

I grip his shoulders, pushing him back slightly so I can look into his eyes, searching for clarity. “You mean move in?” I ask, my heart pounding with the possibility of what he’s suggesting.

That mischievous grin returns to his face, and he reaches across me, fumbling in the bedside table drawer before retrieving a small teal box. My heart races as he sits up and opens it.

The room seems to hold its breath as I stare at the ring inside, my emotions swirling.

Sebastian takes a deep breath, his eyes locked onto mine. “From the moment we met, my life changed in ways I never could have imagined. You gave me more than just love; you gave me full acceptance, unwavering support,andthe most incredible sex.” He chuckles softly, and I smile through the tears in my eyes.

He continues, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “I know there will be times when I have to ask more from you because of my illness, and I’m grateful that you never make me feel less because of it. I want to spend every minute I have loving you and making you happy, Bella. You’ve shown me what it means to truly live.”

Those gorgeous, smouldering dark eyes never leave mine. “So, with all my heart, I ask you this: Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I whisper, “yes, a thousand times, yes.”

My heart soars as he slides the ring onto my finger.

“I guess I have one more question?” he says, fingers tangling in my hair.

“What’s that?”

He smiles, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. “Do you want a big wedding? Something grand that would take at least six months to prepare? Or do you want something smaller, more intimate, and get married as soon as possible?” He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck. “Like next week.”

Reader’s Choice

What should Bella do next?

Give him an enthusiastic “YES!” and plan a wedding so epic it would make Cinderella jealous. Turn to this page.

Don’t waste another moment. Choose to get married next week at the courthouse. Who cares about a big wedding? It’s the everyday moments that matter. Turn to this page.

Chapter62

Sebastian

WHEN LOVE FEELS INSUFFICIENT

As I sit on the porch of my childhood home, the old oak tree rustles in the breeze, and I clutch my hot chocolate like it’s a lifeline while pondering the vast knowledge I’ve gained from my week-long deep dive into cystic fibrosis on the internet. I take a steadying breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head as I contemplate everything I’ve read on WebMD.

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