A Crown Of Smoke And Ash - Sloane Murphy Page 0,124

takes a gulp of air, and I can’t help the smirk on my face. He never gets nervous. Like ever. I slide to the edge of the bed, and walk towards him slowly when he halts his movements, so I stop, not sure what to do.

“Do you want me to get dressed?”

“No!” he shouts. “I mean, unless you want to. Oh my god what is wrong with me.” He looks up to the ceiling, and mumbles to himself before walking towards me, he gets down on one knee in front of me. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black velvet ring box.

“Remy, you once said you’d be my wife, forever and always. While our circumstances might be different in this life, I still consider you my wife. I have since the moment I remembered. I’ve loved you since the very first time I laid eyes on you so very many centuries ago, and I could kick myself for waiting as long as I did to act on it. I don’t want to wait anymore. This is the ring you accepted when our souls were joined once before. Will you, Remington Bennett, be my wife once again?”

“Oh, Creek.” I look him in the eyes, trying not to cry, because how do I not when he talks like that? He opens the box, and inside is a ring that is entirely me. A simple platinum band with three emerald cut diamonds, two smaller framing the bigger central one. It’s fucking beautiful.

“Of course I will,” I whisper, and he leans forward taking my hand and slipping the ring on my finger. A perfect fit.

I reach my arms around his neck and kiss him, not caring that my towels fall away.

“I love you,” he whispers on my lips.

“I love you too.”

Our kiss is sweet, filled with centuries of love, his mouth moves languidly from one side to the next as if memorizing this moment. I let my hands bury in the long strands of his hair, deepening our kiss as my nipples rub against his shirt, making them instantly tight and hard.

“I love you,” he repeats, placing his hands on my thighs and urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. My bare pussy is now yearning for more as it rubs against his pants, over and over, with each step he takes towards the bed.

“I love you too, Creek, so much.”

And then I’m lying on my back, his hands crossing to his front as he hooks his fingers to the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it up and over his head, every one of his delicious abs on display for my pleasure. My legs spread on instinct, like my body knows he’s meant to be inside me.

“Creek, please,” I practically beg, my heart is full, and I don’t want to wait another moment without him inside of me.

In seconds, he’s naked, his cock rock hard, standing proud as his gaze lingers on my body.

My breasts, my stomach, my hungry pussy.

Just when I think I can’t possibly wait any longer, he slides up my body and kisses a path from my clit all the way up to my mouth, where he ravages me with a kiss that speaks of years of longing and devotion.

“You were my wife once, and you will be again because that is our fate,” he murmurs as his fingers curl in my dark hair, and his teeth bite down on my bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. He kisses me again, softer this time as he slowly pushes his cock inside me, teasing me with every inch. He moves inside of me, worshiping every inch of me with all that he has.

“Yes,” I answer, my hips rising off the bed to meet every thrust, my heels digging in his ass cheeks. I tug at his hair as he slowly, torturously glides in and out of me, staring straight into my eyes.

“I love you,” he repeats yet again, as though needing to cement it in time and space.

“I love you, too,” I reassure him as his thrusts pick up pace, going deeper, and harder as though everything we are depends on this very moment. That this right now, us being one, is the very definition of our futures.

I stare up at him, and with a wicked grin he flips us over so I’m straddling him. I match his grin, because he’s not the only one who loves it like this. He sits up