Page 31 of Wild Heart
His hardness pushes into me and I wiggle my hips, making him groan.
“I want you so bad, princess.”
It would be so easy to spread my thighs and guide him into my heated pussy. But I also like the challenge of denying myself. Of not giving him everything he wants.
“It’s not possible.”
I roll over, but I can’t hide the grin on my face. My hands clasp his cock, and I take it in both hands.
“But I haven’t made you come with my hands yet, biker.”
He groans, and his eyes scrunch up like he’s in pain. I enjoy watching this powerful man come undone.
I’m not sure what I’m doing with my hands, but I trust that Raiden will let me know if I do something wrong, and by the way he’s groaning I think I’m doing it all right.
His hand slides between my legs as his lips meet mine. It’s slower this morning, tender, and I let the feelings wash over me as we pleasure each other.
I could get used to this, waking each morning with this man by my side.
Raiden slides a finger into me, and it’s so intense that I almost lose it. He chuckles and applies pressure to my clit with his palm.
It doesn’t take long until the orgasm shakes through my body. But he doesn’t let up, not until I’ve come three times. I stroke his cock hard, wanting him to have his release too.
“I wish I could be inside your tight pussy, princess.”
He’s full of yearning and it would be so easy to give in, but I tsk at him and shake my head.
“That is a privilege reserved for my husband.”
He groans and I pick the up the pace, tugging hard with both my hands.
In another moment he tenses, and thick ropes of cum spurt out of his dick and coat my fingers. He lies back with a contented sigh and pulls me toward him.
“Was that okay for my first hand job?”
Raiden chuckles. “Princess, that was amazing. You’re amazing.” He sits up in bed and pulls me onto his lap. “So amazing that there’s something I want to ask you.”
He brushes a strand of hair off my cheek and tucks it behind my ear. His expression is serious and I tense, wondering what’s coming.
“Isabella Berone, will you marry me?”
My heart stills at his words. Then it jump starts when I realize what he wants. I push him away.
“You just want inside of me, Raiden.”
I slide out of bed, but he grabs hold of my wrist. “I’m being serious, Isabella. I don’t want to marry you so I can fuck you. Although…” his gaze sweeps over my naked body, “…that does have some appeal. I want to marry you because I’m in love with you.”
My heart skips a beat at his words. Words I’ve been longing to hear. I turn to look at him, and his expression is sincere, hopeful.
“Don’t play with me, Raiden.”
He reaches for something in the bedside drawer and pulls out a small box. He flips the lid open, and there’s a ring inside. A giant emerald surrounded by diamonds.
“This is how serious I am, Isabella. It’s a serious question. I love you; will you be my wife?”
My hand flies to my chest. The ring is beautiful, but… “When did you get this?”
Raiden’s gaze flicks to the ring and back to me. “I bought it right after the night I met you at the club two years ago. I knew then you’d be my wife, Isabella, I just needed to give you time to grow up and realize it yourself.”
