Dorian’s chest rumbled, his brow dipping. “I am not positive how—”
I opened my mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to answer. I swear to the Maker. I hated that guilty look on his face, and I could feel his conflict from here. Literally.
Instead, his eyes darkened as if deciding something, and his hand tightened on my jaw. Pleasure coursed through me at his demanding action as his forehead pressed to my own. If I hadn’t been floored before, his words had me practically melting into him. No, scratch that—nothing ‘practically’ about it.
“I love you, Narcissa. You know that, right? I love you so goddamn much and have for a really fucking long time. You are the only person in my life that has ever loved me for who I am and not what I can give them. When I met you, I hadn’t expected... well, any of this. But I know this was how everything was supposed to work out. The six of us and you. Our family. Your grandma knew it also, clearly, because when we talked that day, she gave me... a ring.”
My eyes widened. “A ring? Like a class ring? A friendship ring? A magic ring?”
“A wedding band and engagement ring that have been in your family for a very long time.” His voice turned velvety, unintentionally, as if he was trying to soften the blow of such massive news. No need for that. Holy hell. I sank against him as what he said began to filter through me, immense joy and excitement shimmering in my chest.
“Oh.”
What? What the fuck else was I supposed to say?!
His eyes filled with amusement. “I think that is by far the shortest response I've ever heard come from your sexy mouth.”
A slight shyness invaded me as I tried to ignore the urge to joke around and instead focused on asking some type of useful fucking question. “And the others? Do they know about this ring?”
His smile grew. “Yeah, ma chérie, all six of us have talked about it.”
Oh my Maker. Out of everything you could have had me bet that he would say, it would absolutely never have been this. Literally never. Although, after our conversation in the graveyard... maybe it wasn’t all that surprising.
“Well...” I swallowed nervously before continuing. “I don’t know exactly what to say. I mean, you aren't even asking me anything yet, so I guess there isn’t anything to say. I don’t want to presume that you were going to ask to start with. I mean, official titles aren’t crazy important to me. You know how much I love all of you and that isn’t going to change, ever—”
My rambling was cut off by a searing kiss that had my entire body turning into liquid molten heat, the lava-like feeling spreading throughout every vein, causing me to feel dizzy with pleasure. Dorian growled against my lips, his hard cock pulsing against my stomach from where he had me wedged up against the willow. Fucking hell. I knew it wasn’t the time or place... but I wasn’t fucking positive I cared anymore. Actually, I was positive that I didn’t care anymore.
“Narcissa,” he snarled, his voice holding a slightly dangerous edge. “You have to stop rubbing up against me like that. I can fucking smell how wet you are, and if you don't stop, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
Says the man pinning me up against a tree! How was I the sexy problem here?
“No.” I nipped his bottom lip, pulling on it slightly. “I’d much rather you didn’t control yourself...” I honestly don’t think I’d ever seen Dorian move so fucking fast in my entire life.
A small, needy moan slipped from my lips as my back hit the soft dark grass hidden underneath the forested shadows of the willow above us. My magic rippled against his as they circled one another and brushed each other like a pair of wild animals. Need ripped through me as I made an impatient sound, his lips trailing across my jaw and back to my lips where he seared a kiss against my own. Damn. He was way too good of a kisser, shit was distracting.
Before I even realized what I was doing, my fingers found their way to his belt, and I pulled on it with literally zero skill or patience, needing him close to me as soon as possible. I didn't even bother with his shirt. My legs were shaking slightly, his large body wedged between them, as his hand tightened on the back of my neck in a controlling, hot kiss.
The other hand pushed up my shirt, his fingers skimming across my breast as my nipples tightened in the cool air of the demonic forest. My breathing was turning erratic as my pulse heightened, Dorian’s own gaze sparking almost nuclear with need.
“You are so fucking sweet.” He pulled back from my lips, his voice taking on magic-like quality as the air around us grew nearly constrictive. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, and I found myself relaxing completely, placing my trust in him. Trust that he would fix this burning, desperate need that had taken root under my skin. A need that I knew only he could fix.
Breaking away from our pressed position, he tugged down my leggings and flipped me over easily. I whimpered as my hands bit into the dirt, my back arching as I looked back at him, almost surprised by the feral edge to his magic. I pressed back on all fours, wanting to be as close to him as possible, his hand automatically wrapping tightly into my hair in a firm hold. The man knew his way around my body like he’d been doing this forever. I was willing to make that the case in the future.
“Do you want me to bury myself inside of you, Narc? You want me to bury this hard cock instead of your tight soaking pussy?” His voice was rough against my ear, causing me to let my head fall back, my core tightening as I grew impossibly wetter. If I didn’t get him inside of me, I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.
“Please, Dorian!” I whimpered in a needy voice as I arched even further back, hoping it would convince him to push inside of me. It did.
I cried out in relief as the man slid home, burying his insanely large length inside of my pussy, my arms almost breaking in relief. Oh holy hell. The feeling of him fully seated inside of me had my legs nearly shaking as I gripped the grass under my fingers, pulling some out. Dorian didn’t give me even a minute to adjust before he began to fuck me. Hard.
I cried out his name as he pulled back and slammed into me again, the sound of my ass hitting against his firm abs so erotic that I could have come from that shit alone. His magic pulled on my body, sparking like shocks of lightning against my sensitive skin, bringing me to the edge of a fucking climax but refusing to let me fall over it.
My skin was dotted with sweat, and the way that he was fucking me—the angle his cock was hitting—had white-hot points of pleasure filling me. I felt my eyes roll back as I moaned out his name, something that seemed to only encourage his animalistic behavior.
Damn. Dorian fucked like a goddamn porn star. Better than that. Although I would totally fucking record us so that we could watch it later.
I had no idea how much effect his magic had, but I was absolutely drenched, making it easy for him to pound in and out of me, his stamina almost machine-like in nature as he gripped my hips hard. I wanted him deeper despite him almost being so goddamn deep I could feel him in every part of my body, emotionally and physically.
I felt dizzy with frustration and pleasure. No matter how much he gave me, I found myself wanting more. I craved all of him, and when his hand broke across my ass, I let out a whimper of pleasure, begging him for more, slight tears of pleasure breaking from my eyes.