Page 58 of Heads You Lose (Grim & Beast Duet 2)

“Yes, but it’s only you that I want to take to bed for the rest of my life,” I reply hoarsely.

She gives me the most beautiful smile in response and inside my chest, my heart swells. Whoever said loving someone was weak is a goddamn fool. Loving Kate, being loved by her, makes me feel like the most powerful man on the motherfucking planet.

“That sounds like a proposal. Are you proposing to me, Beast?” she mutters, sliding her hands over my chest and reaching for my face as she looks up at me. There’s laughter in her eyes, but also a shred of hope.

Deep down this womanwantsto marry me. That need to belong, though tentative, uncertain, is a powerful one.

“It’s a promise. You’re it for me,” I reply. “And if that means you wanna stand in a church or a registry office and take my ring, I’ll do that, without hesitation.”

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Beast, people like us don’t marry.”

“People in love you mean?”

“People who live the lives we do. Marrying you will only put a target on your head,” she says, her fingertips brushing over my cheeks and jaw as she frowns. “You’re already in danger because of me.”

I scoff, shaking my head. “You don’t think I have several targets on my head already? I’m not exactly Mr Popular. Besides, if Bonnie and Clyde can do it, I don't see why we can’t.”

“Bonnie and Clyde died violently, riddled with bullets. Bonnie was still holding a fucking sandwich, she had no idea it was coming,” Kate points out.

I chuckle. “Okay, so maybe not a great example.”

“Marriage is a dream, Beast. A fantasy. Wecan’t.”

Leaning closer, I cup her head, caging her in and brushing my lips against hers. “Truthfully, I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that I’m forever bound to you. I’m yours, you hear me, Kate. I’m yours.”

“You’re certain?”

“Never been more certain of anything in my life. Aren’t you?”

“It’s terrifying.”

“What is?” I ask, dropping a kiss to her lips.

“Loving someone this much…”

Her voice trails off, and she looks away. I get the distinct impression she isn’t just talking about me. “Kate, is there something you need to tell me?”

She sighs. “There is, but not right now, okay?”

“You ain’t gonna break my heart and tell me you’re in love with Dom too?” I ask, only half joking.

“Dom?” She gives me a half smile.

“Nancy says he’s a catch…”

“He’s perfect for her, but not for me. You don’t need to worry, I won’t break your heart,” she replies, kissing me softly, gently.

Whatever it is that’s troubling her, she clearly doesn’t want to talk about it right now, and that’s okay because we’ve got time to talk once she’s been thoroughly fucked.

Our kisses turn from probing, searching, filled with love and happiness to passionate, demanding and motherfucking-toe-curling. Feeling her beneath me like this, so fucking needy for me as I am for her makes me want to tip my head back and bash my chest like a fucking ape. I want the whole world to know that from this second onward it’s my dick she’ll take to the hilt, my mouth she’ll feel over every inch of her skin, my tongue licking her to orgasm and my motherfucking heart that belongs to her.

She writhes beneath me, pressing her hips upwards to meet mine and that slight adjustment has my dick finding the entrance to her pussy like a homing beacon finding its destination. The feel of her cunt wet and ready for me, fuck it makes my chest expand with another rush of love and lust.

“Baby, look at me,” I say, gently biting her lip as I pull back a little. “I’m going to make love to you now, and I want you to look in my eyes the entire time. Okay?”

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