Fuck. I don’t think I could love anyone or anything more.” My hips piston into her, and each time I fill her, she completes me. We belong.
Her hands grip my hair, her fingers yanking the strands as she gasps and moans.
As her body draws tighter, I reclaim her mouth, my tongue moving against hers as I pour all the love I have inside me into her. Fighting against this feeling was useless. The moment she approached me in the kitchen was the moment I was lost to her. She is mine and I am hers, and there’s nothing in this world that can come between us now. Not a job. Not a set of stupid rules. And not an overbearing father. As long as we’re together, we can overcome any hurdle life throws at us. Because I know without a doubt, that she is my treasure, my life’s most perfect reward. I love her.
“Oh god, Cillian! I’m coming,” she yells, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
I can’t hold on. The moment her orgasm hits, I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. “Fuck. Hazel.”
She howls out my name, her body shaking under mine, writhing like the pleasure is almost too much to take. And I have to agree. She’s squeezing around me so tight that she’s sucking out every drop. I’m probably going to have a bruised dick come morning.
“A stôr,” I whisper, kissing her softly as we both come down.
She smiles lazily as she wraps her arms around my neck and looks up at me. “Yes, Cillian?”
“Marry me.”
Her smile gets wider. “I thought I already said yes to that.”
“Technically, yes. But I haven’t officially asked you yet. I wanted to do it right.”
She giggles. “Is having your dick inside me while you ask doing it right?”
“It is in my book,” I say, as I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. “And it just so happens that right here”— I lean over to the nightstand and pull open the drawer—“I have one of these.” I hold out the Claddagh ring our grandmother gave me when I traveled back to Ireland, saying that one day I’d meet a girl and she’d need this to show the world she’s mine.
Hazel’s eyes light up. “Is that for me?”
“It is.” I shift back to my knees and take her left hand in mine. “Will you marry me, Hazel?”
“Yes!” she says immediately.
I smile as I position the ring for her to see. “I know it doesn’t look like much. But this is a Claddagh ring. It’s tradition in Ireland and it represents love, loyalty and friendship.” I slide it on her ring finger with the heart pointing toward her nail. “The hands holding the heart represent friendship, the heart represents love, and the crown represents loyalty. Wearing it this way on your left hand, means you’re engaged.”
“And it fits.” She releases a happy gasp as she holds her hand up to study the golden design. “I love it.”
“And I love you,” I say, leaning down and sealing my proposal with a kiss.
“We’re going to be so happy together, Cillian,” she gasps, hugging me tight.
I roll onto my back, bringing her with me so she’s straddling me. “I already am happy,” I say, smiling up at her. “You’re all I need.”
Hazel
Lying on my stomach in the dim light of Cillian’s room, I release a happy sigh as his fingers trail up and down my naked back. “Tired?”
I shake my head. “Happy.”
He drops a kiss on my shoulder. “Me too.”
Deciding to skip out on his family’s Sunday dinner in favor of dining on each other, we spent all afternoon and evening getting to know each other between the sheets. My body is sore but sated. If I fell asleep now, I’d probably sleep for a year. But my mind is too energized, my heart filled with love. I don’t want this moment to end. I feel like we’ve climbed a mountain in order to be together.
“Cillian?” I ask as I roll on my side to face him.
His hand slides to the small of my back and he drags me across the bed so I’m pressed flush against him. “Aye, a stór?” He grins and I giggle a little. I love it when he calls me that. His treasure.
“What happened when you spoke to my dad?”
The smile falls from his lips, and he moves his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear, his fingers trailing down my