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Yes to everything.
Yes to marrying him, yes to spending my life with someone who would build me a haunted forest just to propose, yes to whatever incredible adventure comes next.
He slides the ring onto my finger with hands that are shaking almost as much as mine, and it fits perfectly. Of course it fits perfectly. This is Luke we're talking about. He probably had my ring size secretly measured while I was sleeping.
The ring is gorgeous. It's absolutely stunning.
And it's mine.
I'mengaged.
"I love you," I tell him, cupping his face in my hands. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes. But this... Luke, this was the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for anyone in the history of the world."
"I love you too," he says, pulling me down for another kiss. "More than anything."
I grin against his lips, settling against his chest in the silk and rose petals. The crown has fallen onto the bed, but I don't need it anymore. I already feel like a queen just being loved by him.
This is my life now.
"So what happens now?" I ask, admiring the way my new ring catches the moonlight.
"Now," Luke says, his voice taking on that familiar edge that makes my pulse race, "I was thinking we could celebrate our engagementproperly."
Oh.
Oh my.
I look down and realize he's already getting hard again beneath me, his cock pressing against my thigh. The combination of proposal endorphins and the lingering adrenaline from our chase is making me feel reckless and wild and absolutely desperate for him.
I want to celebrate… By worshipping my fiancé the way he deserves.
"I have an idea," I say, sliding off of him and onto my knees between his thighs. "Let me show you how grateful I am for the most perfect proposal in history."
His eyes darken as he realizes what I'm offering. "Sera..."
"I want to taste you," I tell him, reaching for his zipper. "I want to suck my fiancé's cock on our engagement altar."
My life is absolutely insane and I fucking love it.
His breath catches as I work his dick free. My mouth is already watering just thinking about tasting him, about showing him with my lips and tongue how much I love him, how grateful I am for everything he's done.
My fiancé.
I get to call him my fiancé now.
And soon, my husband.
I smile up at him as I bite at my bottom lip, ready to show him exactly how much I appreciate his pumpkin patch proposal.
CHAPTER 9
BEYOND THE CHASE
Luke
She's on her knees before me, and I can barely breathe from how fucking perfect she looks.
The engagement ring catches the candlelight as she reaches for my cock, the diamond throwing rainbow fractals across her face in the flickering glow. My ring. My fiancée.Myfuture wife kneeling on the alter I built for us, desperate to celebrate our engagement with her mouth on my cock.
