Chapter 2: The proposal

Xavier lay in bed, and a long yawn left his mouth. He placed his hand to his mouth, and he muffled the sound of the moan. He didn’t want to wake Mia, who lay beside him, sleeping soundly. She looked like she needed the sleep, perhaps even more than he did.

He plumped himself onto his elbow to have a look at her, at his wife and the owner of his heart.

She loved him.

It felt surreal and everyday he had to remind himself that she had loved him for five summers, but it was true, and he felt like the luckiest person alive. He moved the few strands of hair on her face away. He stared at her in pure adoration while she slept soundly, her breath light and her heartbeat steady.

He couldn’t help admiring her. Her beauty increased with every passing day. He didn’t think he would survive three months without her, and he didn’t want to do it again. That’s what he told her while they made love earlier, that he would take her along next time. Perhaps she thought he was joking, but he wasn’t.

His gaze traced over her red curly hair, down to her full brows and long lashes, to her pointed nose and down her slightly swollen red lips. His eyes continued to her neck and the few love bites he had left on them. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to lean in and kiss her. He couldn’t help it either. He still wanted to touch her, and so he did.

He ran his fingers over her neck, up her face and, leaning in, he kissed her lips tenderly. She moaned into the kiss, but her eyes remained closed. Encouraged by her reaction, he pulled the bedsheets off her body and saw her nipples already hardened. He moaned and his finger moved to trail lightly over them and she squirmed in response. He slipped his left finger into her and worked his other hand over her sensitive skin.

Her lashes fluttered, and she saw him settle between her legs with his gaze locked on hers. Seeing him told her it wasn’t a dream, he had pleasured her while she slept and it felt good.

His eyes locked on her to see if there was any contradiction in hers, but her amber eyes held none. They were equally drunk with lust for him, and he took that as his cue.

He pushed into her, his hands coming to caress and fondle her nipples while he plucked at them, making her squirm in bed.

Getting her fill, he fell beside her, panting and trying to catch his breath. She pulled closer and snuggle closer to him, hearing his raging heartbeat return to its steady pace before falling asleep.

A light moan escaped Mia’s mouth as she twirled on the soft and cosy bed. Her lashes fluttered to meet Xavier lying beside her, his mesmerising emerald eyes on her and not fluttering. It was barely bright outside, probably the fifth hour into the morning, and this was the longest she’d slept in a long while. Yes, he woke her up into the act of intimacy, but they both fell asleep soon after.

“How long have you been up?” she dragged the words out with much effort.

“For a while.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You slept peacefully. I didn’t want to interrupt that. Besides, I don’t always get to watch you sleep,” he said, his eyes not wavering.

“There’s nothing amazing about me sleeping. I thought after five summers of being together, you’d know that,” she grumbled, her nose scrunching up.

“You’re enchanting both awake and asleep, and I’m still discovering many things about you, while I can, my love,” he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

“What have you discovered so far, then?” she asked, turning to lie on her side and have a proper look at him.

“That you’re fucking gorgeous and you’re all mine.”

She rolled her eyes and tried getting up, but he pushed her back into the bed and got on top of her. He used his weight to pin her down, and their bodies rubbed against each other. He was almost twice her size and weight, but she still struggled with him to get free.

“You’re crazy!” she groaned, trying to fight off the smile that crawled into her face at his act.

He did not argue. “That’s one name I’ve been called in the past.”

She stopped struggling underneath him. “You know we should talk about your journey to Klean.”

“It can wait. This is important,” he mumbled, leaning in and kissing her neck.

“Sex is more important than the kingdom?” she cocked a brow at him.

“Yes,” he replied absentmindedly, still kissing her neck.

“Yes?” her eyes widened, and he pulled back to stare at her, a little confused.

It took him a few seconds to recollect, and when he did; he sighed. “Do not tell anyone I said that.”

“And if I do?” she teased, cocking a brow at him.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I’ll deny and call you a liar.”

She scoffed in disbelief. “Did you learn that from Klean?”

“No, I’m just a crazy lover,” he replied and leaned in to growl in her ear.

Her body responded and goosebumps grew on her skin.

His lustful eyes noticed all the reaction. He trailed his gaze from her face down her red dry lips and neck, noticing the dip as she swallowed. Then he moved it down her chest and over her two full and harden nipples.

“Your body tells me you want more, my queen.” he purred, his finger coming up to trail over her hardened nipple and she squirm underneath him.

Her head fell back, and a moan escaped her throat. She wanted more and she could only hide it for so long.

She pushed him onto his back and got on top of him, her eyes locked on his and a smile coming into her face. She wanted to ride him. She wanted to fuck him harder than she ever had before, and the lustful look in his eye told her he wanted that.

She leaned closer and kissed his lips, then drawled down his chin and his beard and his neck and shoulders and then his chest. Her lips reach his left nipple and they closed around its hardened tip. He moaned out in response, his need obvious, and his lashes fluttered. She licked and curled her tongue over him before moving to the other and doing the same.

She pulled away and blew against his nipples, and he shuddered. “Fuck!” he cursed, and his eyes fluttered. “Mia,” his deep voice drew out, “fuck me now!”

She obliged and moved to position herself on his tip. Her wet entrance kissed his wet tip before sinking in. She moaned, feeling every length of him as she slid onto him and her lashes fluttered.

“Fuck.” Xavier cussed from under her. His eyes fixate on her, watching her every move and reaction from being on top.

He had let her ride many times and every time she looked swept away by him.

“Open your eyes!” he commanded, and her lashes pulled apart to settle in his green, desire-filled ones. “you’re so enchanting, Mia. I can’t believe how glorious you look riding me, fucking me. So precious, my darling.”

She moaned and threw her head back when he cupped the full swell of her breast and circled over its tip with his thumb. She shivered and arched into his touch while her hips thrust into him.

Her lips parted, and her tongue lifted, trying to form words but falling short. She was drawing closer to her release, and he knew it, too.

His hands dropped to her waist and grip her hard. “You’re close, I can tell! I’m right behind you, my love.” he found her button and flicked over it, making her head fall back.

She gasped when his length brushed over her pleasure spot while rubbing against her bud. The pleasure from both his hand and his member buried inside her pushed her over the edge and she hit her release, cumming all over him and dragging him with her.

She fell on the bed beside him and he pulled her closer to place kisses on her neck.

“I missed this,” he breathed against her neck and she tingled on the inside, still sensitive to him.

Xavier gathered Mia into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Together they showered, barely able to keep their hands off each other’s bodies. Once done, Xavier stepped out first to get ready while Mia stayed back to dry herself in the bathroom before stepping out and wrapping herself in the brown towel. She stepped into the bedroom to head for the wardrobe. Xavier was almost done dressing up.

“I picked up a dress for you today. I hope you don’t mind,” he spoke up from behind.

She closed up the wardrobe she had opened to pick an outfit and turned to see him.

She was surprised when she saw Xavier on one knee with a gold ring in his hand.

She paused and gave him a ridiculous look. Yes, she had commanded him onto his knees before, but the atmosphere then and the one now were different.

“What are you doing?” she glanced around, trying to find the dress he picked for her, not ready to acknowledge his crazy act.

“I saw this tradition in Klean and I thought it was cute,” he answered.

“What tradition?”

“Well, the to-be groom asks the bride to marry him by getting on one knee and saying will you marry me? So, Mia Ainsworth, will you marry me?” he asked her.

She seemed interested to know how this ends. Yesterday he had gotten on his knee to give her the gold and green ribbons and she wanted to see how this would go. “Okay, and then what?”

“Then the to-be bride says yes,” he guided her.

“So I say yes?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“That’s my line,” she protested with a pout.

“Then say it.”

“Yes,” she said, and he took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger.

He rose to his feet and pulled her against himself before claiming her lips.

They pulled away, and he placed his head against hers, his eyes fluttering. “The kiss is a part of the tradition?”

“Yes,” he said, beaming at her.

His happiness was getting her excited. “Okay, now what?”

“We get married.”

“We’re already married,” she reminded him, her eyes narrowing.

He rolled his eyes, “Yes, but do you want to marry me again? Do it better this time?”

She bit her lips, a wide smile appearing as she nodded. “Yes, I will marry you again.”