Page 39 of The Rancher's Plain Jane Wife

"It hurt," she whispered.

"I know."

"You're not going to say sorry?"

"I'd be lying if I did."

A choked laugh escaped her, but it quickly turned into a whimper when he started moving."Damian!"Her eyes flew up to him. "It's too soon—-"

"Is it?" And still he kept moving, his cock pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. "You'll get used to it soon enough."

Her nails raked over his back. "Sadist."

"I guess I am," he crooned. "And doesn't that make you happy?" He grasped one rounded cheek of her ass as he spoke and punctuated his words by pushing her up as he plunged back down with another deep, forceful thrust.

"Damian!"

"Am I hurting you?"

"Yes!"

"And do you like it?"

Her body shuddered at the question, but with his cock still relentlessly plowing her cunt, Sarah could only sob her answer out."Yes."She stopped thinking after that, the pleasure of his possession completely dominating her senses. And when at one point, he had reversed their positions, and he had pinched her ass before ordering her to ride him, she actually found herself crying out in pleasure as she submitted herself to his demand. She rode him, milked him, and it was while she was arched over his body, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, it was then she felt him starting to swell, and her body starting to tighten—-

Their gazes met.

And suddenly, it was all too clear.

"I love you, Damian."

To which he had the perfect answer a moment later.

"Fuck."

Classic Damian, and she found herself laughing and crying and moaning as both of them started cumming at the same time. She could feel him watching her, and she let him, not making the slightest attempt to hide anything from his hungry gaze.

"I love you," she whispered again.

After that, it was just one happy moment blurring into another, simply because everything Damian said and did, and everything that was by him, of him, and about him really - all of it made her happy. She loved the strength he displayed when carrying her in his arms and the quiet reverence in his touch as he bathed her. She loved the way he couldn't seem to get enough of her now, with the way he would frequently reach for her just to brush his lips over her hair or shower her face with kisses. And most of all, she couldn't deny how happy she was when he invited her to step out to gaze at the stars, and after a few moments, it was to hear the whirring sound of a chopper's rotor blades as it flew above them—-

The doors opened, and she saw a grinning Tommy crouching down just before a banner rolled out from the chopper, and Sarah started crying when she read what the gold-painted letters spelled out. All at once, she understood several things: they could've been rescued a lot earlier, this cabin didn't just happen to be conveniently empty, and Damian had made all of it happen...probably before he had smashed his own phone to pieces.

Turning to him, she said with a sniff, "You're insane."

Damian only smiled. "In my defense, my love, I only wanted us talk in a place where you wouldn't have anywhere to run away to. It wasyouridea, however, to fu—-"

She cut him off, asking hastily, "Don't you have something to give me?"

"You mean this?"

The billionaire unzipped his ski jacket to retrieve a small, velvet box, and an incredulous laugh escaped her."How..."

"I can't take credit for making the avalanche happen," he said dryly, "but I did have this with me for a while now." And as he spoke, Damian went down on one knee before opening the box to reveal a diamond ring.

"It's perfect, Damian," she said shakily.

"It will be..." He reached for her hand. "—-when it's on your finger." Looking up, he asked simply, "Will you marry me, Sarah Jeanne Clarke?"

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