Page 335 of Shadowman

I’m going out of my mind, pumping him full while we groan and growl and sob. I’m getting close, and I can tell he is too by the way his thighs are tightening.

Licking and sucking at his nipples brutally, I purr, “I’m almost there, Trev…”

“Byron… mmff baby, please…”

“Please what?”

“Ask me…” His back arches. “Oh fuck, ask me to marry you, baby… And then come in me. I’m gonnacome, sweet… fury…”

I chuckle breathlessly, teasing his dick. The feel of it hard in my hand is going to push me over the edge. “You wanna marry me, gorgeous love?”

He nods.

“You wanna be my husband…?”

“Yes…”

“You want me to breed you ‘cause you’re mine?”

“Uhhhfuck,forever. Forever, Byron… I’m coming!”

His long cock shoots cum all over him, while I milk it out in my fist. Matching his spurts with bucks, I reach my orgasm while he’s still coming, the clamping of his hole welcoming my hot, thick pulses.

“God, Trevel…fuck yea, baby.” I take his left hand in mine and suck his ring finger into my mouth, sucking and sucking on it while I come deep inside him.

“I’m yours I’m yours… I wanna be…yourhusband.” He melts into a puddle beneath me on the counted.

I’m humming, releasing his finger to kiss his gasping lips. “You’re my prison husband,” I fizzle down, and he snorts.

“I want you to be my actual wife,” he says through a yawn. I grin. “You better ask me one of these days… I’m sick of waiting.”

My thoughts go to the ring in my pocket… The one I’ve been carrying around since we left the island.

“I promise I’ll make you mine forever, Trevel Fenwick.” I kiss him softly, and he hums. “I love you.”

“I love you brighter than a million Times Squares.” He chuckles.

“Moon, and sun…” I whisper the words he said to me, over a year ago. “And all the light between… You’re it for me, baby. No one before you matters.”

He blinks up at me, and whispers, “I know.”

Pulling out, I ogle him for a moment, all flushed and gushy and so perfectlymine, it’s not even fair. Sure, I have memories. We both do… But they don’t hold a candle tothis…

Psycho shit. I love it.

Bending to grab my pants, I reach inside my pocket, chest fluttering with nerves. But then my phone rings.

Trevel peeks at me, smiling and content. Happy.I love that look.

“It’s probably just Ren calling to blab about the puppy some more,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

But when I pull my phone out, I see a Las Vegas number. And my heart falls with athudinto my gut.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

Oh, fuck…

I know I should ignore it. I should just… decline the call.

But I don’t. I swipe to answer.

Tentatively bringing the phone to my ear, I mumble, “Hello?”

And the voice of Manuel Blanco croons into my ear. “Hello, Shadowman.”

To Be Continued…