Page 110 of Sacrifice (Corrupt Empire 2)

“If they were, we might not have met each other. I don’t know about you, but I can’t imagine my life without you.”

I leant down and kissed her, savouring the way she tasted. Fuck. She made me so fucking happy. How could I not want this girl? I needed her. We still had so much to discover about each other, but the things I did know made me love her all the more.

We’d been arguing less recently. There hadn’t been a blow-up between us since she told me about James and her. I’d been trying not to let my control slip again. She didn’t need it on top of everything else. Another reason why I didn’t want to talk about the marriage thing. I didn’t want to end up in yet another fight with her over it.

It was too soon, wasn’t it?

We’d known each other such a short time and yet we’d been through so much together. It felt like longer. With Avery, it felt like forever.

“I love you, princess,” I whispered against her lips, shifting over her fully.

I tucked my fingers into her underwear and pulled them off, discarding them over the side of the bed so she was naked beneath me. I might have fucked her over the table earlier after we’d finished dinner and dumped everything in the dishwasher, but I couldn’t get enough of her. The way her skin felt against mine. The noises she made when I hit just the right spot. The way she cried out my name over and over again when she came.

Most of all, I couldn’t get enough of the way she loved me. How open she was. How she gave herself over to me again and again. I looked up at the painting she’d given me for Christmas. I wanted more of her paintings on the walls. I wanted to make a home and a life with this girl so fucking bad. I loved her so much.

I spread her legs, running my fingers down her inner thighs. She arched up against me, moaning into my mouth. Her hands wrapped around my back, nails digging into my skin. I cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her fucking perfect set of tits.

“Aiden, please,” she whimpered into my mouth. “Please, please.”

“Patience.”

“Please fuck me. I want your cock in me.”

Fuck. The need in her voice did things to me.

“If I fuck you right now, you need to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

I tugged off my boxers, kicking them away as I settled between her legs, rubbing my cock up and down her pussy. She whimpered, arching into me.

“I want you to paint more. I want to fill our bare walls with your art.”

Before she could respond, I thrust into her. She cried out, nails digging further into my skin.

“Our walls?” she asked when she caught her breath, her doe eyes wide.

“Yes, this is our home, princess. I’m going to convert the cell and my office back into the second bedroom, but if you want to find somewhere that’s ours, we can do that too.”

She shook her head.

“No. This is our home. I’ll paint for you. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know.”

I set a steady pace, feeling her heat surround me. This was fucking heaven. Having Avery with me. Knowing she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. Wanted to make a home with me. It really was everything and more.

Maybe…

Just maybe…

I wanted to marry Avery too.

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