Page 6 of Tear Me Down
“You’re such a tease.” I let out a flustered chuckle, and I can feel his smirk against the skin on my neck.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You know what you do to me.”
“We still have a few minutes,” I suggest flirtatiously.
“I know, baby, but I also know that your stomach is still sore. I don’t want to hurt you or cause you any discomfort.” He rubs my stomach ever so tenderly and speaks so sweetly that I might melt. Instead, I pout, much like a child, but I don’t really care right now. We’re both horny as hell, and he’s making us wait? What sort of twisted universe did I wake up to?
“What other surprises do you have, then?” I attempt to say playfully, but it comes out kind of bratty. He chuckles, shaking his head lightheartedly as he reaches into the pocket inside his coat to pull out a flask. “Oh, it’s going to be one of those nights for you, is it?” I say with genuine amusement. I'm not allowed to drink for a month, and with everything going on, that may not be such a bad thing.
“Nope. I filled it with water in case you get thirsty, but that way it doesn’t look suspicious. If we brought a water bottle, people would think we’re crazy.”
Yeah,thatwould be the reason people would assume we’re crazy.
“You are going to drive yourself insane with all of your worrying.”
“You’re just not going to drink anything the whole time? You need to stay hydrated; the doctor said so,” he retorts.
I stick out my tongue at him, teasing him. He groans in response as he looks away and smiles, nonchalantly nibbling on his bottom lip. His muscles are tense, and his eyes dart around the room towards the door, almost afraid someone is going to barge in. The realization that he’s nervous smacks me in the face. Is he worried about tonight? Did I say or do something wrong?
“What is it, Damien?” I ask cautiously, like I’ll scare him off. He looks towards me again in the mirror. Those perfect, soul crushing eyes soften the more he looks back at me, followed by a sweet, anxious smile.
“I think I have something that will go great with that pretty necklace,” he hints.
“Would that be your hand?” I taunt.
He runs his hand up the front of my body, faintly grazing me until he reaches the top of my throat and lightly squeezes. He brushes his lips against my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he grinds his rock-hard erection against me.
“Don’t tease me, little wolf.” He kisses my jaw as he reaches into his pocket with his other hand and pulls out a diamond ring. Slowly, he moves it forward and up to present it to me, showcasing its beauty in the light and in its own reflection in the mirror. I can’t help but draw a breath at this gorgeous ring as the sight takes me by surprise, causing my heart to swell. It’s stunning. A large, but modest, round cut diamond sits between two smaller ones, and lays on top of an intertwined, smooth silver band. A ring that women only dream of.
“Damien…” I whisper breathlessly.
“Please, God, don’t die on me,” he chokes out, and I giggle at his nervous joke. “Will you marry me?” A moment of stifled silence passes as I stare at him in disbelief.
He asked. I mean,actuallyasked. He didn’t assume or tell me that’s what was happening. Reassuring me, once again, that I truly hold all of the power between us. Finally, I turn to face him, not resisting the urge to place my hands on his chest and lean into him.
“Yes, Damien. Of course I'll marry you.” That devilish grin sprouts, and not even a second later he kisses me, fiercely and hungrily teasing me with his tongue once again. I pull back with a small gasp for air, trying not to allow myself to become so flustered that I pass out. That ache between my legs comes back full force, weakening me. “You asked me like I would ever say no.” I try to distract myself from dirty thoughts.
“I still wanted to give you the choice.”
My chest swells as he smiles at me, showing off his dangerous, pristine teeth. The way my heart flutters in my chest is concerning, and I cannot emphasize enough how grateful I am that I'm no longer hooked up to a heart monitor. Damien would probably think I'm dying again. He chooses that moment to look me over, raking his gaze over me intensely now that he’s not staring at a reflection.
“Maybe I should bring a gun tonight. That way it’s easier to kill any man who dares to look at myfiancétonight,” he drawls, and I giggle at his prominence of the word.
“Now, now, baby. You can’t kill someone on my first mission. That’s a second mission type deal.” I wink at him, but his face turns stern.
“First? You mean only.”
I shake my head.
“I meant what I said. I don’t expect to do it often, but when you need me, I'm there. I want you to teach me everything. How to shoot. How to fight. How to sneak in and out of places without being seen. Everything you can, because while you’re out there, I'm going to be home with our kids, and I needto know how to protect them. Even you, when you might need me too. I hope by me accepting this ring, you know that means that I want you, and I want us. Anything that can be thrown our way, I want to be able to fight through with you at your side. I want all of it. Forever.”
He pulls me close again and crashes his lips to mine, unable to resist his own urges. His tongue massages mine as his hands start to wander, quickly sliding down to my ass and gripping it forcefully. He grinds his strong hips against me, pressing his rock-hard cock into the front of my body and causing me to whimper desperately.
“You better stop that or we’re not going to make it to the party,” I say breathlessly as I pant like a bitch in heat. He pulls back, and his breathing is so erratic that it matches my own.
“Hey, I didn’t want to go in the first place.” We laugh and kiss again, much softer this time, and much quicker. A swift, sweet kiss that won't allow either of us to go further. He takes my left hand in his large one and slides the ring on my finger. The motion is so easy, like he was always meant to do it.
I stare at its beauty, mesmerized by its jeweled elegance. The way the light shines off of it casts an array of whites and mixed iridescent colors that move like a dance with the tilt of my hand, keeping me hypnotized, much like the way his eyes do.
