“Next time, sweetheart,” he promised as he shoved his pants and boxers down. “But first, I want to come inside you again.”
Without bothering to take off his shoes and kick off his pants and boxers, he backed me up against the wall again. Hoisting me up with one arm, he wrapped his other hand around his cock and lined it up with my entrance. My nails dug into his shoulders as he inched inside me. I whimpered when he pulled back out again, and without warning, he slammed back into me. My back hit the wall, but I didn’t care. “Having you inside me feels so good.”
“Fucking perfection,” he groaned, anchoring himself deep and pressing closer.
He buried his face in the crook on my neck, and I felt surrounded by his hard body as he pumped in and out of me. I held on tight with my arms and legs as he kept a steady pace. It wasn’t long before I felt another orgasm building. “Please, don’t stop. I’m already so close again.”
“Give it to me, sweetheart. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control to hold on with your wet pussy wrapped so tight around me,” he grunted against my throat. “It won’t be long before I fill you up with so much come, it will overflow and dribble down your legs.”
His dirty words sent me over the edge, and my entire body tightened as my orgasm roared through me. As my pussy clamped down hard around him, he started driving his cock harder inside me. After about half a dozen thrusts, I felt him thickening. “Fuuuck!” he shouted as his cock jerked, and he filled me with his come, just as he’d promised.
He held me for a few more minutes before we slid to the floor in a heap together. I cuddled into his chest, muttering in frustration when he shifted away from me. “Nooo! I’m not ready to move yet.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” He reached into the right pocket of his pants and yanked out a small black jewelry box. Flicking the top open with his thumb, he pulled a diamond solitaire ring out of the box and slipped it onto my left ring finger. As I gaped down at it in shock, he twisted around again and grabbed his cell phone. When he snapped a picture of the ring on my hand, my head jerked up. “What’re you doing?”
“Sending Knox a quick text,” he mumbled as he typed out a message on his phone.
It seemed a little strange for him to be sending a random text while he was still inside me, but that wasn’t the most pressing issue at the moment.
“Um”—I wiggled my fingers at him—“I think you have something a little more important to do right about now.”
His head lifted, and he flashed me a sexy grin. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
I pointed at the diamond solitaire. “Is this an engagement ring?”
He nodded. “Yup.”
“Aren’t they normally accompanied by an important question?”
His smile turned sly. “Only when you’re in doubt about the outcome, and I’m not. You’re going to be my wife, period.”
“Alrighty then.” I smiled back at him and jerked my chin toward his cell phone. “What’s up with the text to Knox?”
“There was a deadline to some of the help he was giving me with hunting you down”—when I quirked my brow in confusion, he shook his head and winked at me—“and I told him I’d send proof of our engagement by tomorrow night.”
I bit my bottom lip before asking softly, “Is the deadline why you gave me the ring tonight?”
“Fuck no,” he growled, lifting my hand to press a kiss to my finger directly under where the ring lay. “I put this here because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. To see your belly round with my babies and raise them together. Because I love you, Anna.”
My eyes filled with tears as I replied, “I know you didn’t really ask, but the answer is yes anyway. I love you, too, and I want to be your wife more than anything.”
“Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world, sweetheart.” Julian captured my lips for a deep kiss. “Want to go upstairs and celebrate our engagement?”
I scrambled off his lap and held out my hand. “Yes, please.”
And that’s exactly what we did...over and over again until the sun started to rise.
Epilogue
Julian
“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
I brought Anna to a stop in front of a secluded candlelit booth, complete with a high hat that held a bottle of Dom Perignon. There was also a tray of sweets, courtesy of Knox’s sister, Ariel, who owned a local bakery.
Anna glanced up at me, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about? Our wedding anniversary isn’t for another month.”
I chuckled as I helped her slide into the cozy booth. Then I swept her hair over one shoulder and leaned down to kiss the newly exposed skin. “It’s been one year since I kidnapped you and we had our first kiss,” I whispered in her ear. She shivered when my warm breath blew across her skin.