Page 202 of Toxic Kiss

“Lay back…let yourself go. I’m going to ruin you.”

“Ruin me from what?”

“Ever wanting anyone else,” I growl, and suck her clit hard.

“Cyrus…oh my god,” Haven cries out as she sprawls on the island.

Then she shocks me when she wraps her legs around my neck and fists my hair, pulling me harder into her core.

I fuck her with my tongue and fingers, feasting on the sounds she makes while her body shakes in ecstasy. I want it all. I want her to come on my tongue and scream my name.

“So good…so fucking good. Come for me, Butterfly. I need you,” I say between licks.

Her breathing quickens, and suddenly her thighs tighten around my head. She can suffocate me right now, and I’ll die a happy man. In fact, this is exactly how I want to go.

Can I add that shit to my will? I’ll have to look into that.

Haven’s body jerks as she comes, and I groan.

“Holy fuck…Cy!”

She goes slack, panting hard. I slowly lift my head, licking my lips as I stare down at the one person I never should’ve wanted. The one person who pushes me to the edge but always drags me back.

“Marry me.”

Haven’s head snaps up.

“What?”

“You heard me. Marry me. Not just for the media, doctors, or whatever other reason. Marry me for real.”

I hold out my hand and help her sit up, then I stand between her legs, staring into her beautiful eyes.

“Cy…we haven’t even talked about all the crap still between us.”

“So,” I say with a shrug. “Do you really see yourself with anyone else?”

She shakes her head, and the ball of tension in my chest releases.

“Well then?”

Her eyes drift to the stack of pancakes that I’ve got on the warmer, and I can tell she’s overthinking my proposal.

“Okay…how about this? We talk about whatever you want. We fight and get everything out in the open. After that, if you can still picture marrying me, then you say yes, preferably before we leave this place.”

She crosses her arms and gives me a coy smirk.

“What if we are leaving today?”

I pluck her off the island and set her on her feet, making her squeal. The joyous sound makes my heart pound faster.

“Then we’d better hurry up and get talking, but first, food.”

I wash my hands as Haven smooths her hair, then I turn on the burner.

“I never would have guessed that you knew how to boil water, let alone cook,” Haven says, taking a piece of bacon from the pile I made before I was distracted.

“I’m a man of many hidden talents,” I say with a wink, and she laughs.