Page 58 of Legacy Of Ashes
"Turn around," I order, standing.
She turns, bracing her hands on the fountain edge. I free my cock, stroking myself as I admire the view. Her ass curved toward me, pussy glistening in the moonlight.
"You're mine," I say, positioning myself at her entrance.
"Yours," she agrees.
I thrust into her in one hard stroke, both of us groaning at the sensation. She's so tight, so wet, gripping me like a fist.
I set a punishing pace, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the garden along with her muffled moans.
"Harder," she gasps.
I grip her hips, slamming into her with everything I have. She pushes back to meet each thrust, taking me deeper than should be possible.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I growl. "This perfect pussy was made for my cock."
She comes again, inner walls fluttering around me. The sensation pushes me over the edge. I bury myself deep and explode inside her, filling her with my release.
We stay connected, both breathing hard. I lean over her back, pressing kisses to her neck.
"I love you," I whisper.
She turns in my arms, eyes shining. "I love you too."
I reach into my jacket, pulling out the ring box I've carried for months. Her eyes widen as I open it to reveal my grandmother's Claddagh ring.
"This protected Devlin women for five generations," I say, taking her left hand. "I want you to wear it. I want you to be my wife."
Tears glisten in her eyes as I slide the ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly.
"Yes," she breathes. "Yes, I'll marry you."
I kiss her deeply, tasting our future on her lips. When we break apart, she touches the ring with wonder.
"When this war is over," I say, "I'm keeping you in our bed for a month. I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you forget there's a world outside our bedroom."
Her smile is pure sin. "Promise?"
"Promise."
We straighten our clothes and walk back toward the house, her hand in mine. The ring catches moonlight, marking her as mine for everyone to see.
Tomorrow brings violence and danger. Tonight brings love and promises.
Inside, the house bustles with preparation. Staff ready weapons while family members plan. At the center stands my future wife, directing everything with natural authority.
"After we're married," I whisper in her ear, "I want to get you pregnant. Fill you with my children."
Her breath catches. "How many?"
"As many as you'll give me."
She smiles, touching the ring. "Then we better survive tomorrow."
"We will." I pull her against me. "Because our story is just beginning."
The ring glints on her finger, heart pointing toward her own. Soon I'll make those vows official. When the smoke clears and our enemies lie in ruins.
