Page 153 of Cinder
“And that’s me, right?”
His handsome face breaks into a devastating smile.
“You know it.” His smile eases and he looks serious. He takes my hand in his and his fingers close around mine. “For me, this is forever.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want you, baby. I don’t want to just be your first, I want to be everyone and everything that follows. I find myself in a very strange predicament.”
“Which is?”
“I always said I’d never fall in love. But somehow it slipped past me and happened before I even realized.”
“You’re in love with me?”
“Batshit crazy in love with you, Little Cinder.” He smiles and it’s the most beautiful smile in the world. But it fades as he asks, “Do you want me?”
God, I want this man more than I want air in my lungs.
“Will there only ever be me?” I ask, wanting to make sure we’re on the same page. “No more club girls? No more tasting the local cuisine when you’re out of town?”
“Baby, there’s only ever been you since you walked into my clubhouse. I don’t want anybody else.Ever.I want everything with you. Now put me out of my misery, are you going to be my old lady?”
My eyes widen.
He’s not just telling me he loves me.
He’s asking me to marry him.
“You want me to be your old lady?”
He runs his hand over my bare stomach. “And the mother of my babies.”
His hand inches lower and his fingers slide between my legs until he reaches that little bunch of nerves that burst into life beneath his touch.
I sigh and bite down on my lip.
He pushes a finger inside me, slowly in, and slowly out, brushing past my clit and making my body hum.
“Are you gonna answer me, or am I gonna have to torture it out of you?” His voice is thick with lust.
“If this is the torture then I’m here for it,” I say with a laugh, but then he moves swiftly, placing himself between my legs and thrusts his cock inside me, blasting the air from my lungs.
But he doesn’t move and my body aches for it, to feel him move inside me, to feel that friction rubbing up against my clit. I squirm beneath him just to feel his cock move. But he forces his hips deeper into mine and crushes me with the full weight of his body.
He takes my wrists and pins them above my head.
But still, he doesn’t move.
And it’s torture.
“Please…” I beg.
“Answer my question, and then I’ll move. Do you wanna be my old lady?”
I look up to the most beautiful blue eyes and feel a surge of love and sunshine move through me. This man brought the light into my darkness, and I don’t want to live another day without him. I’m just as batshit crazy in love with him.
“Baby, I can’t wait to be your old lady,” I say, unable to contain my smile.
