Page 119 of Silent Heart

“Or I could fuck you until you agree to marry me.”

Heat pooled between my legs. That shouldn’t turn me on as hard as it did.

“In fact, yes, I like that. I like that a lot,” Kolya murmured, sinking his teeth into the flesh where my neck sloped into my shoulders.

I whimpered. The pleasure nearly overwhelmed me. I wouldn’t give in, not on this. He wore me down, with each thrust.

“Come on, baby, give it to me,” I mewled. “Beg me to marry you.”

Surging up with a vicious growl, Kolya flipped me over and drove into me. “You’re going to marry me, Harley. There’s no other way.”

My body shuddered. I wrapped my legs around his back and held on for dear life as I fought not to succumb to the orgasm.

“Quit telling me what to do, andaskme,” I breathed, barely able to form the words.

Kolya roared. His body clamored for release. “Harley, little sprite, will you say yes already and free me of this torment!”

“Better.” I smiled.

He reached between us, pinching and rolling my clit. “I’m going to die if you don’t say yes. There. I said it. Fucking save me, my beautiful water sprite.”

“Okay, gargoyle, I’ll marry you,” I gasped, because at the moment the words slipped off my tongue, the orgasm shoved me over the edge with a force strong enough to make my entire body quake and shiver.

Kolya was right there behind me, emptying himself into me—bare, with nothing between us. His cock twitched violently inside me, ropes of hot cum filling me.

I pressed my forehead against his skin and relished the bliss of the moment.

“Harley, look at me?” Kolya murmured. His hand stroked the back of my head as I turned into him. “You carved a place for yourself in my life, and now you’re the center of my world. I’ll crumble if you’re not in my life, babe.”

Maybe it was the exhaustion from school or maybe it was the post orgasm haze, but my emotions took off on their own agenda. My eyes prickled, and moisture filled my vision.

He loves me.This stony, incredible man loved me. He didn’t have to use those words for me to hear them behind his every breath.

“Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” Without pulling his cock out of me, Kolya produced a glittering ring as if from thin air.

I gasped, moving my body in such a way that made Kolya groan. “That’s for me?!”

“Yes,” he said simply.

The simple gold band held a large oval stone.

“It’s perfect.” And now I was crying in earnest.

Kolya gathered me into his arms, tugging and adjusting us to sit. He pulled my left hand across his body. Slowly, his lips paid homage to each finger. “For better or for worse, you’re mine.”

“I am, and you’re mine,” I agreed. Reality trickled by, and we lost ourselves to the happiness surging between us. This was everything.

Chapter 49 – Kolya

“They’ll eat at one, watch football the whole afternoon, be drunk and munchy by supper time,” Harley explained as she stood beside her already warmed Volkswagen.

I hoisted my rifle case into the back floorboard of my pickup and turned to her. “I would much rather come up with you.”

“Me too. I’m not sure what my grandma would think of my cidiot boyfriend prepping Thanksgiving dinner in her kitchen.” Harley’s eyes sparkled with mirth.

Wrapping my arms around her, I planted a kiss on her lips. “Your fiancé,” I corrected. “You agreed.”

“I was coerced. You need to ask better,” she laughed, but the glance she shot to her left hand was full of that beautiful delight that sent a rush of giddy warmth through my veins. “But I should be driving back to the city before dark, which means I’ll be here for the Vlasov dinner. It was really nice of Chiara to agree to the family meal at night so I could join.”

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