Page 60 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

In one deep thrust, he was inside of me, filling me to the hilt. His fingers dug into my hips as his control left him with each thrust. He almost withdrew entirely only to drive inside me harder. I moved against him, relishing in each thrust, as he slammed into me.

“Fuck,” he growled, out of breath. “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” my voice was raggedy. “Don’t. Stop.” I whispered breathlessly and he let out a groan.

I held onto the dresser, unable to look away from the mirror, watching him fuck me, own me, and loving every second of it. He increased his speed, pounding into me. His arms came around me and he palmed my breasts, playing and teasing my nipples.

Our bodies were so intune, like we’d done this a million times together. His lips on my neck, he thrust harder and deeper, over and over again.

The pleasure was running through my body, and I was so close. “Oh, yes. Please don’t stop.” He thrust harder and faster.

“Come with me,” he groaned into my ear, our eyes locked in the mirror. I broke apart, my orgasm shattering through me. He squeezed me hard as his own orgasm took him over, his warmth filled me.

We stayed like that for a while, our breaths slowly evened out after a few minutes. I never experienced something so intense. His arms enveloped around me, while he was still inside me. I loved the smell of him all around me, as if it was my own aphrodisiac.

“God, you are beautiful,” he murmured into my ear. He showered my neck with small kisses and then licked it. I tilted my head to allow him better access. His sapphire necklace and my heels were the only things I still wore.

“Lachlan,” I whispered softly, our eyes locked in the mirror. “I don’t need the necklace.”

Something flashed across his face, and I quickly added, “It’s too expensive and I’d never have anywhere to wear it. This has been the fanciest ball I’ve ever attended, by far.”

“Marry me, Eve,” he nibbled my ear, his cock still buried inside me and his gaze watching me in the mirror. “The necklace was always given as an engagement piece in my family for as long as we could trace it back. I’ll get you a ring too.”

A gasp left my lips and I couldn’t hide my shock.

“Lachlan...”

What do I say? Maybe it was the intensity of what we’ve just experienced that brought this on? But he put the necklace on me before we fucked. Maybe he’d been feeling mellow since we’ve had sex yesterday. He was still inside me for Christ’s sake.

“No,” he answered as if reading my thoughts. “It’s not about sex for me. Yes, I love how your body responds to mine. But I knew you were the one for me from the first moment I saw you.”

“We just met,” I muttered. “Maybe we should sleep on it?” I asked, my voice soft.

“Do you want to marry me?” His question was simple.

“It hadn’t crossed my mind,” I told him honestly.

“But now I am asking you,” he said in a deceptively calm voice. “Do you want to marry me?”

We watched each other in the mirror. He was tense. I could feel it and see it. I couldn’t really find a single objection to marrying him. Something happened when I met him, and I’ve started to be myself again. He’d pulled me out of shadows of depression into the light. Our chemistry was mind blowing, something I haven’t experienced before.

“I wouldn’t mind it,” I started.

“I’ll take that for now,” he claimed. “So to confirm, that is a yes?”

I shook my head in disbelief at both of us. “Yes,” I mumbled. “But we must both be crazy to do it.”

He leaned over and kissed me on the neck as he pulled out of me then picked me up and took me to bed.

Both of us in his big bed, I glanced at him again. He had a happy smile on his face and I smiled back as he pulled me closer to him, tucking me close to his body.

“But that is a yes,” he uttered softly against my ear, content in his voice. “And I’m going to marry you as soon as possible.”

I could not believe he wanted to marry me. He got a sneak peak of my breakdowns, previewing some of my broken pieces. What possessed him to want to marry me? And what possessed me to agree to it?

Maybe this is just a rebound for both of us? I haven’t heard any talk about his heartbreak. We barely knew each other. But he felt right, like a puzzle piece that had been missing in my life, and now the whole picture was coming together for me. It was hard to explain it or even understand it.

I went to get up and his arms tightened around me.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice like a featherlight brush against my skin.

“Just going to the bathroom,” I whispered and he reluctantly let go.

I was back in two minutes, crawling into bed next to him, snuggling into his warm body. His eyes were tracking my every move.

“I stole your shirt,” I mumbled, cuddling into him.

He wrapped his arm around me and mumbled, “You look good in my shirt. Good night, love,” he whispered. I kissed his chest and closed my eyes, ready to drift off into my dream world.

“Good night,” I murmured softly. I laid my hand on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and oddly, I felt at peace as I drifted off to sleep.

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