Page 140 of I Promise You
“Marry me.” He moves my dress upward so that I’m exposed. My eyes close right when I know what’s coming.
He unzips his pants, unbuckling his belt, and I’m growing more impatient to feel him.
We’re both covered in blood from our chests up. Dead bodies surround us both, yet the feelings below my stomach crave him dangerously. I want him right here and right now.
Then he gets close, closing the distance, and I can feel his body heat. My gosh, he feels so warm. I want to smother myself against his massive body. All his muscles tense up against me when he positions himself at my entrance. He enters me, and I moan out loud.
“Yes, infinity times, yes,” I breathe out.
Thrusting, he groans into my ear.
“I love you, Danny...”
His hard cock goes into me deeper. Over and over again, with desperation, everything I went through this past year disappears in this moment. I treasure Danny making love to me in this fucked up moment, because now that these people are dead, I feel like this is our new beginning. I know it.
He’s fucking me passionately against the tree in the dark.
“I thought I lost you,” I cry out as my back shifts with every pound he gives me.
“You’re not going anywhere anymore. If I can make it happen, you’ll have my last name first thing tomorrow.”
He stretches me open and I hold on to his shoulders. His eyebrows narrow down at me, looking straight into my eyes. His face is covered in blood, and I’m clawing his shoulders from the pleasure I feel.
I’m going to come already. He knows how to hit that spot that drives me wild. I’m close, and he knows it.
He grunts, and I can’t stop moaning.
With one hand, he squeezes my left thigh tight, pulling me closer so he can go deeper. He’s devouring me like he always does. Fucking me roughly.
Then I climax all over his cock. My pussy grips down on his massive length, and I moan into his shoulders, clawing his shoulders harder.
I’m in complete bliss as relief washes over me like a hurricane.
“I can’t control myself around you, fuck,” he growls as he continues to thrust inside me.
"Danny, I haven’t been on—" I croak as my breasts bounce faster each time he draws deeper and closer inside me, my whole body jolts against the tree.
I haven’t been able to take my birth control pills since I was taken. A mini panic attack ensues, but Danny doesn’t flinch, doesn’t hesitate when I confess. Instead, he keeps moving like nothing can stop him from taking me completely. The thought of trying to have another baby sends swishes of hope through my heart.
I want to try again, but I don’t know how he feels.
“I know,” he growls. He picks up his speed fast, squeezing my thighs tight. I know there will be bruises to reflect what he’s done. I whimper with pain and pleasure, and before I know it, he comes inside of me…answering my concerns with his actions.
He takes off his mask and pockets it.
It should be illegal for him to look this good. His dark blond hair ruffles out, and his cheeks reflect a reddish hue from the freezing night, and his beard hugs his sharp jawline.
“I need to kiss you.”
He looks down at me like I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
He looks forever tethered as he intertwines my hands in one of his hands, lifting them above my head as his lips crash against me. He’s devouring me, deeper and deeper. Our lips brush against each other, his tongue finding mine, clashing together like two worlds finally becoming one.
He carries my drained body in his arms. I cuddle deeper into his chest, crying and holding onto him for dear life. His vest and weapons make it uncomfortable, but his hands and scent compensate for it. He smells like home, and I never want to leave his side ever again.
I never want to let Danny go. I feel at complete peace knowing that the people responsible for killing my brother are dead and long gone. That chapter has finally closed because of him. He saved me again and avenged my brother at the same time.
As I drift in and out of sleep, as he carries me out of the woods, I dream of my brother. I can see flashes of Paul playing his guitar. It’s a foggy, hazy dream, but I can see him. He looks up from his guitar and places his palms on the strings...this time, he stops playing.
