Fulfillment by Golland, M. (best large ebook reader .txt) 📕

at each other as our mouths moved closer toone another’s. When the spaghetti disappeared, our lips weretouching, massaging, kissing while we both swallowed our halves ofthe noodle. I thanked him with a flick of my tongue then sat backdown in my seat.

Forking somespaghetti into my mouth, I figured I’d be just as daring as he wasand slurp up a long noodle like Lady had in the movie, forgettingthat the sauce would flick all over the place. My natural instincthad me closing my eyes to avoid the spiralling sauce from enteringthem.

After I’dfinished my marathon slurp, I opened one eye and spotted Brycesitting still, his chest heaving, and his expression mixed withwant and something else.

“Fuck it, Ican’t wait any longer. You are just too fucking adorable and sexy,and I’m not waiting anymore.” he stood up quickly, startling me,just as it started to rain. Oh, God! We can’t have sex here. Canwe?

“Oh no,” Isaid, looking up into the droplets now falling all around me andthinking he was about to have his wicked way with me on this veryspot.

Bryce walkedaround to my side of the table, and just as I was about to get upand out of the rain, he bent down on one knee before me. “Alexis,from the moment I first laid eyes on you my heart held a secret, asecret I later found out to be true love. You ensnare me completelywith your beauty, your wit, your humour and your kindness. And youwake in me every single emotion that I hold. Hunny, I don’t want tolive another day without you, I don’t want to take another breathwithout you, and I don’t want to wait another second to ask you tobecome my wife.”

I watched himthrough drenched eyes and cheeks reach inside his jacket pocket andpull out a small velvet box. My breath caught and my heart becamemotionless within my chest as the heavens opened and showered raindown upon us.

He opened thelid of the box, revealing a diamond ring. Holy,f...f...f...fuck! I was stunned beyond all imagination, seeinga huge twinkling chunk of diamond before me.

He looked upinto my eyes, sincerity saturating his handsome face together withdroplets of rain. “Alexis Elizabeth Summers, will you marryme?”

My mouth wasopen as I stared from his face to the ring and back to his faceagain, warm tears streaking down my cheeks mixing perfectly withthe cool of the rain.

“Yes,” I said,barely able to speak. Then, as if reality just up and smacked me inthe face, I started nodding profusely. “Yes. Yes. Yes, Bryce. Iwill marry you.”

He slid thering onto my finger, then kissed my soaked hand. I grabbed his faceand leaned into him, pressing my mouth to his like I had so manytimes before, except this time it felt indescribable. The passion,the love, the lust and resolution poured out of us both throughhands, mouths, lips, and tongues.

He stood upand, as if I were a feather, picked me up and held me to him, notseparating his mouth from mine, not even the slightest bit.

I wrapped mylegs around his waist, securing our bodies together and feeling thewet soggy clothing between us. The cool from the rain, togetherwith the heat from our passion, hardened my nipples and left mepanting with pleasure.

He gripped myarse ferociously as he lapped deliciously at my mouth, then myneck, then chest and the top of my breasts.

“Bryce,” Isaid breathlessly. “Our meatballs are getting wet.”

“Fuck themeatballs,” he groaned as he carried me back down the alleywaytoward the scooter, the duet still happily playing “Bella Notte” inthe rain.

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The ride backto the hotel was both exciting and downright scary. My adrenalinwas sky high, but the wet slippery roads together with Europeancrazy drivers had me on edge. I clung tightly to Bryce out of fearand infinite overflowing love.

He led mehastily through the lobby, both of us leaving a wet trail behindus, and when we were in the elevator cart and the doors closedgiving us privacy, the hungry desperation returned.

He lifted meup again, placing my arse on the railing that bordered the elevatorwalls. I let my hands find his hair, his face, his back and hisarms, touching as much of him as I could touch. He tore my shirtapart exposing my damp chest, and not waiting any longer than hesaw fit, wrenched my bra down and took my perked nipple into hismouth.

We bothgroaned in succession our lustful need spilling out of us at arapid pace.

“Mmm, you’remine,” he growled, as he greedily swapped from one breast to theother.

I threw myhead back in pleasure. “I’ve been yours for a while, Bryce.”

“I can’tfucking wait to make you my wife.”

“I can’tfucking wait to be your wife,” I breathed, as I took his tongueback into my mouth.

The elevatordinged and the doors opened to reveal our suite. Carrying meinside, he headed straight for the lounge, or more precisely, theopen fire. We continued to kiss each other feverishly anddesperately as if our mouths knew nothing else, all the whilefrantically peeling our wet clothes from one another.

Bryce set meon my feet then dropped to his knees, lifting my leg onto hislap.

“I like you onyour knees. So far only great things have come from your mouthwhile on your knees,” I lovingly admitted, as I looked at my ringthen back at him, my eyebrows rising with a smile.

He smirkeddevilishly at me as he unzipped my boot and removed it thenswitched legs and did the same with the other. As he unbuttoned myjeans and stripped them from my body—together with my G-string—Iquivered with excitement. His tongue slowly made its journey up myleg, finding my pussy wet with desire, desire for him; desire formy fiancé. Holy fuckaroo, Bryce Clark is my fiancé.

“You are myfiancé,” I exclaimed, my voice sounding like I had only just let itsink in.

He flicked histongue across my clit then paused. “Yes, I am.”

“We aregetting married,” I exclaimed again.

“Yes,” hemumbled against my clitoris before inserting his finger.

The feeling offulfillment nearly had me buckling at the knees, so much so that Istumbled back against the large floor to ceiling window. Brycestood up and faced me, pressing me against the thick glass panelwith his warm hard