Page 160 of Arran's Obsession

A statement rather than the question, but I answered it with a quiet, “Yes.”

He placed me down then backed away for a second, a rush of material telling me he was removing the only clothing he had on. Then he was back by my feet. He parted my knees and shiftedinto the gap between my legs, prowling up my body and pushing me to lie flat where I’d propped myself up on my elbows.

Arran took both my wrists and extended them above my head.

The blunt end of his dick glided over my soaking-wet core.

“Whenever you remember that night, this is the memory that will replace it. Understand me?”

I couldn’t see his face. But I understood his intent perfectly.

“Me. Here. Now.”

Without waiting, he thrust inside me.

I moaned at the startling pleasure and how he stretched me even only half in. Arran rolled his hips, going deeper with each pass.

With his free hand, he ran down the centre of my form, fucking me with an even rhythm. “This is mine. This body. This woman. This moment in the dark.”

My eyes rolled back, and I focused on breathing, the pooling desire too great.

“No one else has a part in it,” he continued. “It’s my fucking game with my future wife.”

My shocked breath turned into a moan, and he hit somewhere deep inside that sent sparks along every vein.

He’d talked about marrying me both in private and to the assembled masses before tonight’s real game. They’d cheered. I’d concealed a thrill.

“Put a ring on it,” I quipped.

Arran stilled. Picked up my hand. He placed a ring of cool metal onto my fourth finger, interlacing his hand with mine after. I gave a mewl because his act had boosted the blooming need until I hung over a precipice.

“Done. Marry me,” he demanded.

An orgasm built of terror and desperation broke over me, knocking me out so words were impossible, though I never lostmy connection with the ring enclosing my finger. Arran groaned out and thickened inside me then pulsed, following me over the edge.

My mind spun in dizzying circles, just as my smile spread.

Arran collapsed down, breathing just as hard. “Answer me,” he demanded.

I uttered a laugh. He’d done this on purpose. Timed the moment of asking to combat my fear and replace it with a far better memory.

“Yes,” I gasped. “I’ve never wanted anything else as much as I do you. You’re mine forever.”

He hugged me hard, and at last, in the dark, I settled in peace.

Laughing,kissing, staying close together, we groped around for our clothes, finding all but my underwear which only amused us more. Then hand in hand, we exited the dark basement.Finally in the light, I could examine my ring. A diamond on a platinum band. It sparkled like the choker around my throat, and I stared for a long minute, hypnotised by the pretty stone.

“Do we tell people or keep it as our secret for a little while?” I asked.

“Your choice. I don’t want to share you with anyone, but at the same time want them all to know.”

From further along the corridor, a shout hailed us.

Cassie ran up, her eyes wide but amusement there, too. She peeked between us, talking fast. “Sorry to interrupt. We have a situation.”

Instantly, Arran’s spine stiffened. “Talk to me.”

On instinct, I twisted the ring so the stone faced my palm. Whatever was coming, I knew we could handle it. I had him and he had me. We were unstoppable.

“Shade’s naked and stuck in a room upstairs. He needs your help.”