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“Fuck.” My voice is gritty, my orgasm impossible to hold back. Fighting off the heat shooting down my spine takes all my willpower. The rhythmic pounding and the crass slapping sound of wet skin colliding is too damn good. It’s torture and ecstasy together.
“Oh, god, just like that,” she whines.
Ligaya’s head drops on the mattress, changing the angle of her body so I’m even deeper.
“Come with me. Tristan,” she screams in the frenzy.
The edges of my vision darken as surge after surge of my cum fills her. The pleasure doesn’t cease till I’m emptied out.
When we’ve both recovered, I fall to her side and pull her to my chest. My spill is sticky between us. I have a perverse need to push it back into her channel.
“That was incredible,” she mumbles with a sated smile. I trace the smile with my finger.
“You’reincredible.”
It’s true. She rocks my world. My arms wrap around her even tighter, grabbing her the way I want to grab the future we’re creating together. Ligaya is a sensual lover who will also be an amazing mother. The future doesn’t make sense without her.
“Marry me,” I declare without warning. It’s so unexpected, I surprise even myself. Yet once the words leave my mouth, they feel right. Inevitable, even. Fate and circumstance brought us together. Now that she’s in my arms, I don’t want to let her go. Ever.
“Before the babies are born, let’s make it official.” I nuzzle into her neck.
She stiffens and pushes against my chest.
“Are you joking right now?”
I don’t answer immediately, merely lean our foreheads together. I want her tofeel, not just hear, my wish to take care of her and our babies in every way.
“You need to work on your postcoital bed manners, Tristan Thorne. Or you’re going to give me a heart attack. Marriage jokes are not funny.” She wiggles out of my arms and stands up so fast, I’m worried she might hurt herself. Ligaya goes to the bathroom and shuts the door.
The haphazard declaration wasn’t my smoothest move, admittedly, but she can’t possibly question my seriousness when Iask her to marry me. That’s not a joke. Our chemistry is unbelievable, and our children need stability.
Isn’t that what she said? That’s what I want for us, too.
It makes perfect sense to get married, live together, raise our children as a family. Plus, who’s gonna cook for her? She’s hungry all the time! I’ll move in here till we buy a bigger place. The kids will need their own rooms. Does she even have a second bedroom in this townhouse?
That sounds like something I should know.
Anyway, we can iron out the details later.
With utmost patience, I wait for her to join me back on the bed.
She comes out wearing a silky robe. For a moment, I stare at the tug of the fabric across her breasts and belly. She has the curves of a goddess.
“Come here, Ligaya.”
“You can’t say shit like that, Tristan.”
“Excuse me?”
“The sex was incredible and obviously caused temporary insanity. Time to snap out of it.”
“I might not know a lot of things, sweetheart, but asking you to marry me is definitely the most logical and sane thing I’ve ever done.”
She blinks and shakes her head.
“How flattering for you to want to marry melogically.” Sarcasm drips from every word. “That’s what every woman dreams of having. Asaneproposal!”
With that, she stomps out of the room. I chase after her.
