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“Okay?”
“Yes, yesssss,” I sob, pulling his mouth to mine in a kiss that takes no prisoners.
His lips engulf mine and the kiss robs me of speech as his tongue thrusts in unison with his cock, impaling me at both ends.
His hands slide behind my ass and lift me up, and then he’s rearing up, a masterpiece of beauty, his limbs slick and taut as he thrusts harder, taking me to the edge once more.
As his cock moves faster against my G-spot, the fire builds inside me. I’m filled to the brim, and every sensation is almost too much, too good, until it’s breaking me apart.
With a long, low whine, I come hard, clenching his cock with my pussy.
Arlo tenses above me. “Fuck!” he growls. “Oh, babe, oh fuck yeah…” And with one last pump, he throws back his head and I feel his release fill me.
CHAPTER 21
ARLO
My arms are barely able to hold me above Sammy, they’re so weak from the force of my orgasm.
The last thing I want is for my bulk to crush her, so I brace, even as my body melts like liquid honey. She sandwiches my face with her hands and looks deep into my eyes, her own eyes soft and orgasm-drenched. And now we kiss, a deep, forever kiss that goes on and on, pledging me to her and her to me.
“My mate, at last,” I husk.
“My mate,” she whispers back.
Eventually, I roll off her and lie on my back on the rock. I reach for her hand, and we stare up at the dark rock walls, the overhanging ferns, and the thousands of darting lights from the fairy moths’ wings.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No, no way. Couldn’t you tell howmuch I loved it?”
I smirk into the darkness. I had sort of guessed. Her howls of pleasure made the rock walls shake.
I prop up on my elbow and gaze down at her. “I love you, so very much, Samantha Buggins.”
Her eyes spark in the soft light. “I love you too, Arlo Ungula.”
“Marry me.” The words that have been playing through my mind these past few days fly out of my mouth. I was going to wait until the moonbeam hit the lake, get down on one knee, but my mouth had other ideas.
“Oh Arlo, what will your family and friends say if you marry a paper skin?”
“Don’t call yourself that,” I growl.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… Will folks accept me?”
“Of course they will. This isn’t Sparkle City.”
Still, she is quiet. “Have I come on too strong too soon?” I ask.
“No, no Arlo. I want to marry you too. But it’s just—I’ve never been lucky in love. Guys have used me up and left me. Usually taking a wad of money from my bank account with them.”
Rage fills my chest. “If I ever meet those lowlife scumbags, they’ll wish I hadn’t.”
She looks worried suddenly. “You won’t meet them. You must never go back to Sparkle, Arlo. Ever. Promise me that. If I lost, you I—I don’t know what I’d do.”
“I promise,” I soothe. The logistics of Sammy staying here in the Labyrinth are a hurdle we will have to cross at some stage. No monster, in centuries has wed a human, let alone sired a youngling with one, but I am determined that Sammy and I will.
It’s fated, us being together. I knew it the moment I met her.
