Page 53 of His Deadly Devotion

“I don’t know… I don’t want to stop, though,” she says.

“I’m never going to stop fucking you.” I make small steps back towards the shoreline. I need to fuck her, and this water thing isn’t doing it for her. I can tell.

“What about when I’m old and wrinkly and ugly?” she asks me.

“As long as I’ve got a dick and you’ve got a pussy, we are going to be fucking. Also, it’s impossible for you to ever be ugly.”

When I finally get to dry land, I lay Aurora down on her back, not breaking our connection. My mouth latches on to one of her breasts, while my fingers pinch and pull at her other nipple.My cock is buried deep inside her as she starts moving her hips beneath me. Circling them and lifting upwards.

I release her nipple with a plop. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come within seconds.”

“No you won’t.” She laughs before shooting me a warning glare. “And not inside me.”

At least one of us still has some sense. I honestly don’t ever want to use a condom with her again, not now that I know just how damn good she feels bare. I’m also not an idiot.Nowis not the time to get Aurora knocked up.

“I won’t. And I’m sure as fuck not coming before you,” I grit out.

I sit and pick up her right leg, resting her ankle over my shoulder. Then, tilting forward, I manage to get my cock even deeper inside her. Hitting that magic spot that makes her go fucking wild.

I continue to fuck her. Harder, faster. Until her eyes roll back into her head, and she’s screaming. Hearing her call my name is my undoing. Pulling out of her, I take hold of my cock and pump it, spilling all of myself onto her stomach. I run my finger through my cum as I draw the initials PC + SB and then circle them with a heart.

“What did you write?” Aurora asks me.

“That I love you.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, pouring everything I feel for her into a single kiss, while silently praying that I never lose her.

24

We’ve been on the island for a couple of days now, and it’s exactly what I thought it would be. Pure and utter bliss. Connor and I are in a little bubble, one that I hope never has to burst. Although that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach won’t leave.

When something is too good to be true, it usually is. And right now, Connor and I arereallygood. Out here, alone, we canbe ourselves. Just us, with no other influence. I don’t have my family breathing down my back. His family has no way of finding us.

Connor is still on high alert, though. He’s relaxed a little, but I can tell he’s constantly thinking up worse-case scenarios. Which is smart. I should be thinking about them too. He’s also been making me workout with him.Thatusually leads to us having sex. Because a shirtless, sweaty Connor isn’t something I can resist. It’s not something I want to resist either.

Picturing that has me going outside in search of him. He mentioned heading out to the yacht. Over the last couple of days, Connor has been reading the engine manual. He says he needs to know how to work everything on the off chance we need a quick escape. I also think that he’s a natural student. He loves learning new shit and is getting bored.

Island life is slow, quiet, peaceful. But when you grow up in the city, and in our families, life is rarelyquietorpeaceful. That could be why I have this sense of dread. Or it could be the fact that I have a price on my head. That there’s a price on Connor’s head too. People will do a lot for the kind of money the O’Malleys are offering them.

I also haven’t spoken to my parents in days. My mom and dad called on the burner phone Lorenzo left with us when we first arrived. Then they said they wouldn’t call again, not for a while, and to let them know if we needed anything. Supplies are supposed to be flown in weekly, which would mean that in three more days, we can expect a chopper to land.

As soon as I step outside, I tilt my face up towards the sky. The clouds are dark and there’s a refreshing chill in the air. A nice change from the humidity we’ve had the last couple of days. A few minutes later, I spot Connor down on the beach. He’s just standing there, looking towards the house. Towards me.

My lips spread into a huge grin as I get closer to him and see what he’s done. Connor has written PC + SB in the sand before closing a heart around the letters. Just like I wrote on his mirror once.

“What are you doing out here, Charming?” I ask, stopping in front of him.

Connor takes my hand and leads me into the center of the heart, right between our initials—our made-up initials. “Aurora, I love you, and I can’t imagine living a single day without you. I know that we have one hell of a fight ahead of us, but I won’t ever stop fighting for you. For us. I want you to marry me.” He pulls his hand from behind his back and holds up a ring. “I know it’s not a diamond. As soon as we get off this island, I promise I’m going to buy you the biggest fucking diamond your finger can hold.”

He’s woven the makeshift ring out of what looks to be a palm leaf and done some kind of origami to the top, turning it into a little flower. “You’re proposing to me?” I ask in shock. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him we are too young, but I don’t. Because at the end of the day, I don’t care how young we are. I know I’m marrying this man one day.

“No, I want you to marry me. Right now. Here. Just you and me,” he says.

My stomach drops. The promise I made my mom repeats in my head. “I… I want to. I’m saying yes. But I can’t marry you right now, Connor. I promised my mother I wouldn’t get married without her.”

“I know, but no one else has to know. It’s just us, Aurora. It’s not even legally binding. We can and will make it legal later on. Get married in a church, with all of your family there—although I’m not sure even the Vatican would be big enough to hold them all.” Connor smirks. “But right now, this is about just you and me, making a promise to each other.”

“Yes,” I tell him.

“It wasn’t a question. You are going to be my wife,” he says in that cocky tone I love to hate.