Page 169 of The Promise Of Rain

Drawing my hips back, I lined up and thrust inside her wet heat.“Bloody hell, Jenny,” I groaned.

Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, so sweet as Jenny wrapped around me.

She closed her eyes and pressed her head back into the mattress.

“Deacon.”

“Yes, baby,” I praised.

Her hands flew over her head to grip the sheets, pushing herself down with every one of my thrusts.

Reaching down, I strummed her clit until she cried out.

“Come, pretty girl,” I grunted.

She was beautiful, lost in passion.

“Come on my cock.”Thrust.

She was mine, my every desire.

“Let me feel your pussy.”Flick.

I belonged to her, wholly and completely.

“Give yourself over to me.I’ve got you.”

And I would worship her until I passed from this life.

She cried out my name, her body clamping down on mine and milking the seed from my body.

God, please, let it take root.

I grunted, thrusting roughly as I lost control and filled her, the primitive part of my brain reveling in marking her inside.

I stilled.Unwilling to leave her sweet heat, I stroked her breasts and ribs and the curve of her hip until the last shudder left her body.

She lay quietly for a second, exhaling with a sweet sigh before wrapping all four limbs around me.“Don’t ever leave me again,” she whispered.

“Never,” I promised, pressing my mouth to her temple.Resting on my elbows, I gave her my truth.“You make me a better man.You make me come alive like no one and nothing else.There is no life for me without you in it.”

She nodded, her eyes serious and more open and vulnerable than I’d ever seen them.Then she began to smile.“Use your words?”

I smiled down at her, my reason for everything.“I’ll give you soft, I’ll give you me, I’ll give you everything.You just need to be you.”

She nodded, her eyes shiny.She cupped the side of my face.“And I’ll give myself over to you.”

“Are you mine?”I rumbled, turning my face to kiss her palm.

“Yes.”

“Then you won’t mind if I make it official.”I slipped my hand into my jeans pocket and slipped the ring I bought over the knuckle of her ring finger.

She sucked in a breath as I slid it home.

Holding her hand up, she looked at it, her expression of joyous disbelief humbling me.

She looked up at me and laughed as she cupped my face in both hands.“I pictured this differently.”