She parts them for me, half instinct and half banked desire from earlier. “But you had to know that I was still yours, even when I left,” she says.
I kiss my way up her thigh to her *, giving her clit a gentle, lingering nibble. “I didn’t know,” I say, pausing in between words to taste her. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”
“I think I was yours from the moment I first saw you,” she admits, shivering as my tongue finds a sensitive spot. “And that’s why I wanted you to be all mine.”
“Forever,” I say, pulling back for a minute. I take the ring and slide it onto her finger, the vintage rose gold and princess diamond beautiful and brilliant against her skin. And then I move my hand to the nape of her neck and pull her into a long kiss. Our lips move together and my ring sparkles on her hand, and the world is stunning—magnificent and mysterious and big.
Big and real.
And then Devi is pulling away, using her hand with its new ring to find the thick bulge in my slacks. “Fuck me like a porn star, Logan O’Toole.”
I look over my shoulder at the camera and give it a wink.
Time to get to work.
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