She could have sworn her feet had grown an inch wider and inch longer since she had gotten pregnant. Before her bare feet could even touch the ground, Paris scooped her up in his arms. She squealed and giggled in surprise.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, even though she already knew.
She was already getting wet and excited just thinking about what was to come.
Her.
Multiple times.
“Why, Corinne. How dare you ask? I am taking you to bed, so I can make sweet love to you and mate you. Because I want you to be mine forever.” Paris gently laid her down on the bed. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” The glimmer in his eyes made it obvious that he was joking. He knew there was no way in hell she would say no.
Not to him.
Her mate.
He was as much hers as she was his.
Corinne nudged the straps her of dress down off her shoulders. Paris was right there to kiss her shoulders, and he then took over, peeling the dress down her arms, tugging it down her hips. He dropped to his knees to help her step out of the dress, and then he slid her underwear down her legs. He laid a kiss on her abdomen. As she was nearly five months along, there was definitely a baby bump there now. The gesture was sweet.
Tender and wonderful, just like Paris.
With his hands on her hips, he guided her backward, until she could sit on the edge of the bed. Paris knelt between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs. Corinne ran her fingers through his hair, and he looked up to meet her eyes as he licked his lips.
“I am going to devour you, Corinne. I can smell how much you want me. It’s the sexiest scent ever. Lie down, love. I’m going to make you come all over my tongue.”
Corinne shivered in anticipation and did as she was told. Her back was barely pressed into the mattress before Paris was using his agile fingers to open her up. He blew a hot breath against her heated core, kissing one thigh then the other. She heard his deep inhale and then, his tongue was on her. He started with a slow lick, from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue darting against her clit.
The sensation made her burn, made her gasp, made her grip his hair. He chuckled, no doubt loving her reaction. He repeated the same motion a few times, never spending enough time around her clit. She arched her hips up, and he took her offering, setting his tongue against the hard nub. He suctioned softly, his fingers circling her entrance. Corinne tweaked her nipples, and she heard Paris grumble. His tongue was still drawing pleasure out of her, but his eyes were glued to her as she touched herself.
There was pure love and pure desire in his green eyes. The shade was quickly becoming one of her favorites.
Everything about Paris was her favorite.
But right now, his tongue was definitely her favorite appendage of his. Soon, it would be his long, thick cock. Just the thought of being so completely full of his cock, while he tongued her clit expertly, was enough to send Corinne over the edge.
She pinched her nipples one last time, letting the waves of pleasure crash into her as her legs began to shake from the force of her climax.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Paris whispered, before lapping her up again.
Paris stood and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He laid his body onto her, his erection pressing into her side. He kissed her softly, and then he was making love to her mouth. Under him, Corinne was arching her back and trying to feel more of him.
Her hand went to cup his balls, and she squeezed before letting her fingers close around his length. She moved her hand up and down as his tongue continued to explore her mouth.
“I want you, Corinne,” he whispered in her ear.
“Then take me.”
Gently, he helped her into a sitting position and onto her hands and knees. He dropped kisses all over her, her chest, her breasts, her neck, the column on her spine.
Really, it was the only position that was comfortable for her lately. Paris positioned himself behind her, one hand rubbing her hip softly, while the other guided his cock toward her entrance.
As he always did, Paris teased her, rubbing the head of his erection alongside her slit. She huffed out her impatience, and he chuckled.
“I want you, Paris. Don’t make me wait.”
“Never, love. I’ll always give you what you want.” He slowly inched inside of her, both of his hands gripping her hips. “God, you feel so good.”
Paris set a torturously slow pace, but he knew that it would get her there. He really did enjoy teasing her, drawing out their lovemaking, ensuring that every single inch of her was touched, that every inch of her was wrapped up in pleasure.
Already, she was breathless, her spine and lower belly pooling with heat and anticipation. Paris brought one of his hands to her pussy, and his fingertips brushed against her clit, before retreating to her breasts. He toyed with the hardened nubs of her nipples, taking care to attentively tweak each one. Then his hand trailed back down to circle her clit.
Corinne’s arms collapsed under her, and she pressed her ass back, meeting Paris’s thrusts. With her face pressed against the soft covers, it was a whole new angle, and his cock was hitting her at just the right place. Her hand went to his, keeping it on her clit. Her pussy was quivering around his length, and she clenched over and over again as her orgasm came barreling out of her, while she screamed his name in ecstasy.
Paris increased his speed, and he wasn’t far behind. “Corinne,” he roared as he reached the height of his pleasure. His lips trailed along her spine, leaving the tingling sensation behind, where she knew there would be the mark of their mating.
Paris kept kissing up the newly appeared tattoo, his hips still drawing in and out of her in a lazy way as he softened inside of her. It was intimate, and Corinne knew it was because he didn’t want to let go of her.
Even though they would have their whole lives together, Paris never had enough of her. Corinne liked knowing that about her man.
“You’re mine, love. All mine.” Paris lay down on his back and tucked Corinne into his side.
“We’re mates now,” Corinne said, kissing his heart.
“We’re so much more than that, love. We are a family.” Paris wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her forehead softly. “I love you so much, Corinne.”
“I love you, too.”
Paris sat up on his elbow and brushed her hair back. “Corinne, I want to marry you.”
She gasped, her hands going to her mouth. “What?”
“Well, that can hardly be a surprise,” he teased.
She tickled his side. “You’re right. I just didn’t expect a proposal, to be honest.”
“Oh, this isn’t a proposal,” Paris said. “I will make an epic proposal one day, but I figured you would want to wait until the kids were born.” There was a twinkle in his eyes. She knew he was planning a proposal for the day the twins were born.
“I love that idea. Anna and Alfie can be ring-bearer and flower girl.” Her heart squeezed, and she blinked back happy tears. “So why tell me?” she asked.
Paris shrugged. “Because I want to make sure the ring fits. Close your eyes.”
Corinne rolled her eyes. “If you think you will slide that ring on my finger, and I won’t peek, you’re insane, Paris.”
He chuckled and reached into the bedside table and took out a small emerald red velvet box. He opened the lid, and Corinne’s breath caught. The ring, a silver band, held a large rectangular emerald with two small diamonds, one on each side.