Page 109 of The Billionaire's Bride

"What the—?"

He slides his tongue up my exposed slit from the entrance of my pussy to my backhole.

"Oh, hell." I gasp, "Oh, my, bloody hell."

"Indeed." I sense his lips curve against my tender flesh. He thrusts his tongue inside my cunt and my thighs tremble. I would fall, except he grabs my hips, holding me in place. He thrusts his broad shoulders in between my legs, forcing me to slide them apart further.

He thrusts his tongue in and out of me, in and out. Bringing his hands up to grip my inner thighs, he pries them apart, pulls his tongue out of my pussy, only to bite down on my swollen clit. I scream. The climax screeches up my legs and that's when he releases his hold on my cunt. He straightens, and my orgasm retreats. I blink. What the hell? What's that all about?

He bends forward, winds his fingers around the nape of my neck, urges me to unbend, stand straight. He pinches my chin so I turn to glance at him, and he licks my lips. He brushes his mouth across mine and the taste of him, laced with my essence, sinks into my palate.

"You fucking taste of honey, you know that?" He groans into my mouth and my heart hammers in my chest. "You're so damn irresistible. Once I let you in, I'll never be able to get you out of my head." He stills, "Who am I kidding?" He murmurs as if he's talking to himself, "You're already imprinted on my heart, Eve, and I don’t know what to do about it."

I swallow.

"When I thought that I'd lost you, I swore that I'd never let anyone this close to me again. Why should I trust you again, Eve? Why?" He stares into my eyes, "Tell me what stops you from leaving me again?"

"I... I won't," I promise.

He holds my gaze and somehow, something in his eyes tells me he doesn't believe me completely yet.

"How can I prove it to you?" I murmur. "Tell me what I should do, to show you how much you mean to me."

"You won't be able to do it."

"Try me."

"You're sure?" His eyes gleam.

I nod.

"Move in with me."

"O...kay."

"Marry me."

"What?" I blink. "What did you say?"

"Marry me, Ava."

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Ava

"Is that a proposal?"

"If that's what you want it to be."

I stare at him. "You sure are romantic." I strive for a light tone, but my voice comes out all breathless.

The expression on his face doesn't change. He holds my gaze, "Well?" He tilts his head, "What do you say?"

"Okay." I blow out a breath,

"Is that a yes?"

"It's..." I swallow, "It's a yes."