Page 166 of Anton

His eyes lift to mine, the possession in them making my pussy clench around him.

He captures my mouth with renewed hunger, his teeth catching my lower lip while his fingers work my clit until I’m right on the edge. Anton groans against my lips as his thrusts turn punishing.

“Oh God, yes. Yes…”

Each thrust buries me further into the mattress, his cock swelling inside me until my moans dissolve into helpless cries. He rolls his hips while his fingers keep circling, and the rough sounds breaking from him only push me closer.

He fucks me faster, every nerve igniting while my core grips him and the sharp slap of skin fills the room.

“You’re mine.” His stare holds me captive. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

A guttural growl tears from his chest as he hooks his hands beneath my thighs, pressing them toward my shoulders and driving into me with brutal force.

“Fuck…yes!” Pleasure overtakes me so completely that I can do nothing but surrender to it, wave after wave leaving me breathless and shaking.

He pistons deep once more before following with a strained groan, spilling inside me as his body shudders against mine, giving me everything I’ve always wanted.

With Anton, I’ve found love. Another family. Someone I can take care of, and maybe someone I can grow a family with one day.

We haven’t talked about children yet, but I want to. I think he’d be a great dad.

His movements slow until he nearly collapses above me, catching himself on one elbow.

“See?” I work my nails through his scalp. “I didn’t break.”

He gives me a half-smile. “Not even a little?”

“You mean, will I be sore tomorrow? Most definitely, yes. You’re a big boy.” I kiss the edge of his mouth.

“Are you trying to ease your way into round two?”

“Is it working?” I wag my brows.

He chuckles, biting my lip. “You’re trouble.”

“I can’t help myself.”

“Don’t I know it?” His tone drops and he kisses my temple, an arm sliding under me as he holds me close to his chest.

When he looks at me this time, there’s something there, unspoken and real.

“What is it?” I brush my thumb over his cheek.

Silence flutters around us before he breaks it with two words I never expected to hear.

“Marry me.”

I jolt upward, almost knocking my forehead into his. “What?”

An amused laugh leaves him. “Marry me, Thora.”

He sits up and brings me onto his lap, staring up at me with so much love that my chest nearly caves in.

“I didn’t plan this.” His thumb traces my cheek. “I don’t even have a ring. I’m not as good at this as my brothers are, and I don’t know the right words to make it sound pretty.”

My chest expands, unable to hide the shock and beauty of his proposal as he goes on.