Page 108 of Born into Darkness

“Talia, I love you more than life itself, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you and to raise a family together. I want everything with you, baby. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I say again, my hand shaking as he slips the beautiful ring onto my finger. It’s a perfect fit, the diamond sparkling every time I move, and when Max stands up, I throw my arms around him and kiss my fiancé. He cups the back of my head, moaning into my mouth when I slide my tongue in to meet his, deepening the kiss with a groan of my own.

“I need you,” I say in between kisses, already sliding my hands under his hoodie so I can drag my nails along his back. I feel him grin before he breaks our kiss to look at me.

“I’m really glad I didn’t go with the minuscule diamond,” he teases.

“I would’ve still loved it, and I would’ve still said yes,” I tell him, dragging my fingers along his hips to feel that cut of muscle I love so much. “And I’d still be trying to get you naked.”

He laughs and picks me up, being careful to not use his right hand. Before he carries me inside, he looks back at Wallace and proves he’s the most amazing man in the world by saying, “I’ll leave the door open for him so he can come inside if he wants, and I already set out his bed and a bowl of water. There’s also a bone he can chew on. He’ll be okay, right?”

I cup his face and kiss him. “He’ll be okay.”

“Good, because I really need to be inside my fiancée right now.”

While he carries me to our room, I kiss and suck on his neck, wanting to devour every inch of this man. By the time he sets me on the edge of the bed, I can barely think. All I can do is tear at his clothes like a wild woman, barely keeping myself in check long enough to go slowly over his hand before tugging his hoodie off in a frenzied need.

When I unzip his pants and slide my hand in to grip the hard cock that I’ll never get my fill of, he lets out a sexy, deep laugh and says, “I’ll have to buy you jewelry more often. It makes you feral, sweetheart.”

“It’s not the jewelry,” I say, pulling his jeans down his hips and off his muscular ass. “It’s you. It’s knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

His face softens at my words, but when I reach down and take him in my hand again, his eyes turn dark with hunger. He groans and rocks his hips, thrusting into my hand, reminding me of all the times he’s done that while inside me and how goddamn good it feels every time he does. His abs flex with his movements, and I can’t take my eyes off the stunning, erotic picture he paints as he continues to thrust into my hand.

Unable to resist, I lean down, sucking the head of his cock when he rocks his hips again. His deep, masculine groan spurs me on, and I suck harder, taking more of him in as my hand continues to work his thick shaft. The taste of his pre-cum fills my mouth, whetting my appetite and making me hungry for more. Moaning around him, I tongue his slit, running my tongue over him in worshipful licks as he threads his fingers in my hair and groans my name.

“My little fiancée is so fucking hungry for my cock,” he growls.

I give him another suck, not bothering to deny the obvious truth.

“Get naked, sweetheart, and then I want you on your hands and knees.”

Stripping my clothes in record time, I get on the bed, crawling to the edge on my hands and knees. Max watches me as he slowly strokes himself, and when I’m in front of him again, he guides his thick head to my lips.

“Suck, sweetheart,” he commands, and I gladly open my mouth for him. “Fuck, you look amazing on your hands and knees for me.” His voice is thick with barely controlled need, and I love hearing it. I love seeing the effect I have on him, and I love watching him come undone at my touch.

He groans and fists my hair tighter. “I love watching you suck the cum from my cock, sweetheart, but this is all for your pussy tonight.”

Giving one last thrust, he groans in appreciation and then slides out from between my lips. He drags his thumb along my cheek and says, “Stay how you are but turn around for me.”

I hesitate for just a second, knowing how exposed it’s going to make me, but the thrill of it overrides my embarrassment, and I quickly turn a half circle so I’m facing the other way with my ass right in front of him. His fingers lightly drag along my cheek, making goosebumps rise all along my skin.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, so close I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin. “Chest on the bed, baby. Ass in the air.”

“But,” I start to say, the words cutting off when he gives my cheek a hard enough bite to make me gasp.

“Chest on the bed,” he says again. “Ass in the air.” His lips press against the bite mark, kissing away the sting as he murmurs, “Every inch of you is mine,svetik moy, and there’s not a single inch that I don’t think is perfect and beautiful and fuckable.”

I can feel the heat of my blush creeping up my neck as I lower down and rest the side of my face on the bed. I know Max has seen every part of me, but this is different. This is amy ass is in your facekind of exposure, and there’s no hiding it. I can’t adjust and partially cover anything. I’m just bent over and spread wide.

It’s clearly not enough, though, because he says, “Knees wider, baby.”

“Seriously?” I mutter, but I spread my legs a bit more, no doubt giving him an even better view than he’d just had, which is saying something.

“Jesus,” he groans, “I can already hear the song I’m going to compose about this. My sweet little muse, always giving me such beautiful music.”

I moan at his words and at the way he trails his fingers up my inner thigh.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “My fiancée is such a hungry little thing.”

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