Page 69 of Legacy Of Ashes
The call ends. I slump forward, gasping.
"Fuck, that was hot," Conall growls, pulling out and spinning my chair to face him. "Watching you try to hold it together while I fucked you."
"You're insane," I breathe, but heat floods through me at his words.
"Insane for you." He lifts me onto the desk, spreading my legs wide. "Now I'm going to make you scream my name."
He drives into me again, harder this time. The desk shakes with each thrust, papers flying to the floor. His mouth claims mine, swallowing my cries as he pounds into me.
"You feel so good," he pants against my lips. "So tight around my cock."
"Harder," I demand, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me harder."
He complies, each thrust hitting deeper. The pressure builds between us, white-hot and desperate. His thumb finds my clit again, working me toward the edge.
"Come for me," he commands. "Come on my cock like the good girl you are."
The orgasm hits like lightning, tearing through me with violent intensity. I scream his name as I shatter around him, my pussy clenching tight.
"Fuck yes," he groans, his own release following seconds later. "Take it all."
We stay connected, breathing hard. The office reeks of sex and sweat.
"We're going to get caught," I murmur against his neck.
"Worth it." He pulls back to look at me. "Besides, I have something for you."
He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a small velvet box. My heart stops.
"Marry me," he says, opening it to reveal an antique emerald ring. "My grandmother's. I want everyone to know you're mine."
"Yes." The word comes out strangled. "God yes."
He slides the ring onto my finger with shaking hands. "I want babies with you. Lots of them."
"Three," I say immediately. "At least three little Devlins running around this house."
His eyes darken. "Better start practicing then."
"We just?—"
"That was just the appetizer." He lifts me from the desk. "I'm taking you home and fucking you properly. For hours."
Heat pools between my thighs despite our recent encounter. "Promise?"
"Promise."
Six weeks later, our wedding day arrives with Irish rain and my nerves in tatters. I stand in the master bedroom wearing my great-grandmother's dress while Conall adjusts his tie.
"Having second thoughts?" he asks, catching my stillness.
"Never." I move behind him, running my hands over his chest through his shirt. "Just thinking about tonight."
"Tonight?"
"When I finally get to fuck my husband." I press against his back, feeling his muscles tense. "When you get to claim your wife properly."
He turns, cupping my face. "Mrs. Devlin has a nice ring to it."
