Chapter 149 The proposal

Chapter 149 The proposal
He chuckled warmly. "Deal."

He stood up and slid the beautiful ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly, like it had been made just for me.

I stared at it through teary eyes for a second before lunging forward, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. His strong, rippled arms wound around my waist, holding me firmly against his body.

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. He claimed my lips immediately, sucking, nibbling, and devouring my mouth with raw hunger. His hand cupped the nape of my neck, guiding me closer as he deepened the kiss.

The way his erotic tongue invaded my mouth, tasting every bit of my sweetness, set my entire body on fire. The kiss conveyed everything we couldn't put into words, how much we loved, needed, and craved each other. His tongue branded mine, making my core throb and my body ache with want. The kiss was passionate, deep, and filled with hunger. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow, like he wanted to taste me for the rest of our lives.

Because now we did have the rest of our lives.
I moaned softly as he bit into my lower lip, drawing it between his teeth.

I pulled away just in time to see hundreds of balloons cascading down from the ceiling, followed by a shower of rose petals. I giggled as they floated around us and landed at my feet.

"Fuck, baby," he cursed breathlessly, slowly running his tongue along his lips as he stared at me with raw, carnal desire. My cheeks flushed under that look.

"I want to do so many sinful things to my fiancée tonight, so no drinking. Is that clear, baby?" he asked in that authoritative tone I loved.

I nodded quickly. "I want you to be fully in your senses when I take you. When I fuck you, I want you to remember every single thrust of my cock inside you. I want you to remember exactly how I feel inside your sweet pussy."

My body shuddered with anticipation at his crude, delicious words. That was Damon — deliciously passionate and meaning every filthy word he said. My core throbbed harder with excitement.

"I will fuck you into oblivion, and when you're about to pass out, I'll fuck you some more. I want to have you under me, begging for release while I drive my cock deep inside your sweet cunt, thrusting so deep," he whispered sinfully into my ear as his hands grabbed my ass, squeezing firmly.

I moaned softly, my soaked core pulsing with need.

The drive back home was charged with electric tension. Damien’s hand never left my thigh, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on my skin through the slit of the red dress.

Every now and then he would glance over at me, his emerald eyes dark with promise. I could barely sit still, my body still humming from the proposal, the kiss, and the filthy words he had whispered in my ear at the restaurant.

The moment we stepped inside the house, the door had barely clicked shut before Damien was on me.

He pushed me gently but firmly against the wall in the foyer, his body crowding mine as his mouth crashed down on mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. His hands roamed possessively over my curves, sliding up the satin of the red dress until he found the dramatic cape sleeve and tugged it down my shoulder.

“Fuck, Jasmine,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough with need. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you alone like this. My fiancée… God, I love the sound of that.”

I moaned into his mouth, my fingers already working on the buttons of his black shirt. “Then stop talking and show me,” I whispered breathlessly, nipping at his bottom lip.

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers straight to my core. In one swift motion, he scooped me up into his arms, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried me toward the bedroom.

His mouth never left my skin, kissing, sucking, and biting along my neck and collarbone as he moved.

The second we reached the bedroom, he set me down on my feet only long enough to unzip the red gown. The luxurious satin pooled at my feet in a dramatic cascade of crimson. Damien stepped back for a moment, his eyes devouring every inch of my now-bare body.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe and lust. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”

He shrugged off his shirt and trousers quickly, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs that did little to hide how hard he already was. Then he was on me again, guiding me backward until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed.

I fell onto the soft mattress with a soft laugh that quickly turned into a moan when he followed me down, covering my body with his.
Damon kissed me deeply, his tongue stroking mine with slow, sensual movements that made my toes curl.

His hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding me already slick and aching for him.

“Always so wet for me,” he murmured against my lips, satisfaction clear in his tone. “This pussy is mine now, tesoro. All mine.”

Two thick fingers slid inside me without warning, curling perfectly to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I arched off the bed with a cry, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“Damien— oh Gosh…”

He pumped his fingers slowly at first, then faster, his thumb circling my clit in tight, relentless strokes.

His mouth moved down to my breasts, sucking one hardened nipple into his mouth while his free hand kneaded the other. The dual sensation had me writhing beneath him, moans spilling uncontrollably from my lips.