Chapter Twenty-Three
Speaking wasn’t an option for me anymore. My mind was lost to the bliss of his
thrusting hips. He was strong and
powerful in his thrusts as he drew out and pushed in, circling and bucking his
hips in different directions to give me the friction my body desperately
craved.
“Yeah, baby,” he groaned releasing my nipple with a pop,
dragging his lips across my breast bone to pay slightly rougher homage to its
twin. “God baby, tell me you like that?”
When I didn’t answer him, he sucked harder, biting down and
making me cry out, “Yes!”
“Yes, what?” He demanded, moving lower still, only stopping
his assault on my skin long enough to tongue at the small charm of a bird I had
hanging from my navel.
“I like it,” I replied instantly, not wanting to give him
any reason to slow down or stop. “Please
don’t stop, Shane."
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Baby, I don’t wanna get married cause you’re scared the
worlds comin’ to an end.” I said reaching up to cup his cheeks, my eyes going
wider as I looked at the ring sitting on my forth finger of my left hand.
“Shane!” I gasped.
“Is that?”
He nodded, his smile growing even though I hadn’t told him
yes. “Nonna’s ring.”
“Well, Mr. Walsh, do you have a ring?”
He smirked, stuffing his hand into his pocket and pulling
out a modest silver band. He twirled it
between his fingers, letting me look at the simple engravings of the woodland
trees and…two birds kissing.
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