Jace tugged at the buttons of his shirt and I reveled at the idea of him completely naked with me. Too many times he had me with his clothing on. Tonight I needed to feel him. I needed to feel the man I'd agreed to marry inside me and around me. I needed this connection with him more than I needed the air around me to breathe. Slowly, but surely every article of clothing met mine on the floor and he was hovering above me naked.
His eyes met mine. His voice was strangled. "I need to be inside you."
"Take me." I whispered.
He moved a hand between my legs. "Fuck, you're so ready for me."
"I'm always ready for you."
"I'm going to take you with the plug in, all right?"
He was asking. I smiled. "Yes."
With that, he moved himself between my legs, rubbing his strong length up and down my wet core. As he settled against my throbbing opening, his lips met mine and he kissed me gently, pressing into me. A small gasp escaped my lips at the feeling of him entering me.
"Fuck you're tight with that in." He groaned, pushing again slowly.
"You feel bigger." I gasped as he pushed himself the rest of the way inside me. I felt as though I was filled to the brim. It was pleasure in its finest expression. When he started rocking within me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and met each thrust with equal yearning. His lips never left mine as he made love to me. He swallowed every gasp, moan and plea. He devoured me completely.
I'd never felt so loved as I did in this moment. It was precious. One I knew I would forever hold dear to my heart. In this moment, I felt as though I met the other half of my soul. We collided with a bang and molded together from the heat. Our two jagged, wounded hearts fit perfectly together to make what was always incomplete complete. I would forever be a part of him and he would forever be a part of me. I knew this for a fact. I'd touched a place in him no one had ever touched before and he was the very first everything for me. I bared my body, heart and soul to him and in return he flashed me his. Although I've only seen glimpses and touched inches, I believed for the first time since meeting Jace - that I had forever with him to see the rest and feel every part of him.
Chapter 17
I woke to the morning sun streaming through the window of my bedroom like liquid gold, spilling over the dark floor and onto the bed. I wondered how I'd forgotten to tint the windows before going to sleep, but the thought was soon forgotten as the woman in my arms shifted. The sun kissed her skin and she sighed before relaxing, her breathing even and easy.
The events of the night before came rushing back to me like a freight train and my blood chilled a notch or two. I'd asked her to marry me. What the fuck had I been thinking? I hadn't even asked her father for permission. Fuck. The man was going to think I was an insolent prick. And, I was. All I'd been able to think about was making her mine. All mine. And taking her hand in marriage was the only way I could think to seal the deal. Ah shit, I didn't even have a ring for her. I really was an insolent prick. What kind of man asked the woman he was madly in love with to marry him without a damned ring? What kind of a man was I?
I shook my head at the thought before freezing. I didn't want to wake her up. I had to get my thoughts in order first. Jeez…
First things first - I had to get her a ring. The world needed to know she belonged to me and I couldn't think of a better way than a classy rock on that beautiful hand. Well, I suppose I could tattoo my name across her forehead. It was an option she would loathe me for but it would get the point across. Again, I shook my head. Shit my mind was a mess this morning.
Second - I had to contact her father and ask for his blessing. And well, if he didn't give it to me then fuck him. I'm marrying her by the end of November and that's that.
Third - I had to tell my own mother. That was going to be hard because I cared about what she thought and I knew she would think it was too soon. But she knew me. I was always in a rush. I was born with the last name for a reason. I lived up to it well. I knew she would support me, but not first without giving me the speech I dreaded.
I really couldn't believe I asked her to marry her within the same five minutes of realizing I loved her with every fiber of my being. In all fairness, it was also within the same five minutes I realized I couldn't live my life without her. I needed her in a way I had never needed any other. She was like the air I needed to breathe, the water I needed to drink, and the blood that pumped my heart. She was an essential I simply could not do without. A drug I could not rehabilitate from.
She shifted and I swore my heart stopped. Her head lifted from my chest and she squinted up at me. "Jace,"
"Morning, Angel."