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“Just like that.”
“Colin,” Adelia gasped. She wanted to come. It nearly hurt. Almost killed her. Hell, she wanted to stop but didn’t dare.
He gave her more of everything. His mouth. His whispers. His cock. His thrusts. Colin was deep in her head, promising the world as much as he promised her orgasms, and she clung to him, bucking on his shaft, gasping for air as he drove deep, barely pulling out, over and overand over.
She climaxed. And everything she’d ever wondered, every vision, every cliché, every hope and dream of light and love, electrified through her body. Her muscles spasmed, her grip clenched as she couldn’t breathe—until the moment that he poured his climax into her, resuscitating her back to reality, and the magical dream that he’d coaxed her into.
They went limp, breaths seesawing,and they stayed tangled together until he sweetly kissed her cheek. “I have a question for you.”
“Yeah.” She nuzzled against his neck, turning in his arms so he could wrap her in a hug. “Anything.”
“It’s more of a ‘thanks.’”
She smiled. “I’ll take that too.”
“I’d always acted as though things had an order of progression, and without one building block, the next couldn’t rightfully exist.”
“Trust me, I noticed.”
He laughed. “Trust me, I hadn’t. Not until it was pointed out, and now… sometimes it’s better to do things because it’s the needed thing rather than it’s the required step.”
She pecked his lips and snuggled again. “Knowing you, that’s one of the sweetest things I think you might ever say to me.”
Colin rolled over her, pressing his forehead to hers, letting their legs tangleand stomachs touch. “Adelia, marry me.”
Her lips parted as emotion choked in her throat. “Of course.”
“Now. Tomorrow. Later. You’re my world, baby. I’m with you all the way.”