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Chapter Fourteen

Sebastian

My breath leaves my body as I see how beautiful Willow looks standing in the room. I’m gobsmacked by her etherealness. She stands next to the window, her long blonde hair hanging down her back. Her eyes look mesmerized as she gazes out at the Strip, and I stare at her beautiful naked ass for several moments before walking over to her.

She turns to me with a timid smile on her face. I watch her hair sway, long and wild, down her back. She gazes up at me, and I smile when I see my teeth marks indented on the skin of her neck. We had been wild. We had been crazy. And right now, I feel like the world is about to end.

We just made love for the last two hours, and still, I crave her. I need more. I grab her hand and pull her toward me so that her breasts are crushed against my chest. She looks up at me with a small smile and licks her lips.

“You ready to go again, big boy?”

“I am,” I say, loving the moniker she’s made for me. “But first, I thought we’d dance.”

“Dance?” She looks surprised as she glances around the room. “Where are we going to dance?”

“Right here,” I say as I spin her around.

She giggles, and I make up a tune as we sashay across the room, doing a waltz. I’ve never felt this lighthearted before. I’ve never just enjoyed being with a woman like this. I have to constantly remind myself that this is not real—that this feeling is imaginary.

“I feel like I’m Belle at the ball,” she says, holding tight to me.

Her breasts feel like heaven pressed against my chest, and I run my fingers around the small of her waist, squeezing her ass cheeks before lifting her up and carrying her toward the bed.

“I thought we were dancing,” she says, her eyes wide as she reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair.

“I think we’ll take a little break,” I say, kissing the side of her face.

“I think this is my most favorite feeling in the world,” she says softly as she turns to me. “Being with you, touching you, it’s the most absolutely amazing thing.”

“Oh, really?” I ask.

“Yes. It’s just great. I’m really enjoying these moments we have together.”

“I’m glad you said that, Willow, because I’m really enjoying them, as well.”

I stroke the side of her face and think for a few moments. This is my time. I debate back and forth whether or not I’m going to go through with it, but as she looks at me with parted lips and lust in her eyes, I know that I will.

“I actually think we’re meant to be here together, Willow,” I say softly. “I actually think this is fate.”

I take a deep breath, grab her hands, and kiss her palms, then her inner wrists.

“I know this is going to sound crazy, but… will you marry me?”

I watch as her jaw drops and her eyes widen in surprise. She looks absolutely shocked.

“What did you just say, Sebastian?”

“I asked you if you’ll marry me, Willow Montgomery. Will you make me the happiest man on earth and become my wife?”

My heart thuds as I wait for her answer. She licks her lips nervously.

“Did you just ask me to marry you?” Her voice sounds as shocked as her face looks.

“I did. I know it’s crazy, and if you want to shoot me down, I won’t be offended. I’m loving feeling like I’m on top of the world, just like you. There’s been no better feeling in my life, and I never want it to end. Will you elope with me?

“Perhaps you’re one of those women who’s always wanted a big wedding, and maybe we can have one afterwards, but I was thinking… if you say yes, we could get married here in Vegas. Maybe even have Elvis marry us in a chapel and?—”

“Okay,” she says suddenly, nodding. “I’ll do it. I accept.”