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I go in, licking both holes, feasting like a starved man, keeping my hands on her inner thighs so she can't move orsquirm. She can't do anything but try her hardest to buck against my face. Only then do I stand again and shove every aching, hard inch of my cock into her and she screams for me, back arching but I press down on her stomach so she feels me.
Rut.
Rut.
Rut.
I spit on her clit, then smack it every time my balls are flush against her ass. “There you go, Siren. Come for your professor, make a mess on my cock. Drench me. My filthy fucking girl. So beautiful.”
Her knees come up to her chest, her hand between us and my very good fucking girl rains down that delicious liquid hellfire on me with a cry.
Violent heat coils around my core, my cock throbs and my fingers clutch at her thigh roughly, digging into her skin. I know it will leave bruises. Bruises I'll trace with my tongue later.
I stare down at the harbinger of death and chaos writhing before me, the pink blush from her chest up to her face, lips parted, eyes hooded, as her pussy begins to pulsate around me again.Three little words leave her plush lips as my hips pound into her; my thrusts turn into a punishing torrent of ruts at the thought of her ever leaving me.
Such an equivocally violent, beautiful, destroyer of my worlds. My damnation. My heart.
I come with a roar not even two seconds after her as she milks my cock, sucking me deeper, clenching. I stay, mesmerized by the warmth I feel when she’s so fucking full of me. It makes my dick twitch, wanting to come back to life. I lean over her and kiss her supple lips. Praise her for taking me so well. Haul her up into my arms and sit, with my cock still nestled inside, her head on my shoulder, arms loosely draped over mine.
“I love you,” I whisper into her chocolate hair.
“Always,” she mumbles back, happily.
I can't wait to marry her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me? Just us?”
She pulls away, molten dark honey eyes searching mine but she looks excited. “Just us?”
I press a kiss atop her still flushed cheek. “Just us.” I parrot. My gorgeous girl grins and nods enthusiastically. I pat her on the hip and help her climb off of me. I grin like a madman when my cum leaks down her thighs. Fuck, that is always a delicious sight. I stand, tuck myself back into my pants and kiss her on the temple just above her scar. “I’ll send a message to the guys and let them know not to expect us home anytime soon.”
I keep my promises to her.
So during dinner, when I promise I’m going to fuck her as soon as we get into Brooklyn Heights, I do just that. I pull into her favorite cemetery, the one she always walks Kronos around, and fuck her on a tombstone while she holds on to me so tight I can feel every vibration of her moans against my chest. The full moon casts a glow on my fallen angel’s skin, and I know, without a doubt, I’d follow her into the pits of hell.
As long as it’s for eternity.
Chapter Four
Jonas.
The flight to Seattle from JFK takes as long as it does to get to England. I’m so sad because Raven sleeps the entire time.
I don’t like it. I’m supposed to be like, “easy-going” or something, but that’s never really been my thing. I love her. I know I have a game tomorrow, but I really just want to have a day where she and I stay in bed, order take out and watch our favorite shows. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but, sometimes I miss being in her dorm room back at Rayne-Moore. Just us. While I love our little family, and I love Damon with all my heart, I’m glad I have a weekend alone with my baby. And yes - a whole fucking weekend.
We were going to go home with the team but I let the team manager know I was gonna stay behind and have a small getaway with Raven before I propose. He was fine with it as long as I’m at practice on Tuesday morning. I just really need this time alone with her.
When we get to the hotel and up to the penthouse suite, she leaves her bags by the door, gets undressed until she’s just in her t-shirt and goes straight to the bed. Oh, great.Moresleeping. She’s also not eating like she normally does. And she hasn’t worked out with me in a week. I don’t like that either. I undress to just my boxer briefs, climb into bed with her and immediatelytug her to me, inhaling her signature berries and jasmine scent. “Baby?”
“Hmm?”
I nuzzle my face into her neck, putting my hand on her hip, letting her warmth warm me, too. “I love you, you know?”
She nods, but there’s a weird feeling between us and it’s starting to put me on edge. “I love you, too.”
I’m about to do it. The guys were right - keeping me on the outskirts was a good idea. I’m literally about to just tell her to marry me. I don’t have the ring. The guys aren’t here. This was a bad idea. “Will you marry me?”
She turns in my arms and kisses me with a grin. “Of course.”
She doesn’t know how serious I’m being, which makes me laugh. “I’m so serious, Raven baby. I want to be your husband so bad. I’ve been thinking about it. I’ll change my last name to yours.”
