Page 115 of Freeing Emily
Emily steps out of the front doors and smiles widely when she sees me standing at the bottom. I wink at her and her cheeks flush.
I pull her into my arms and press my lips to her the moment her feet hit the final step. She opens up to me without hesitation.
Blood rushes to my cock when she whimpers and presses her breasts harder against my chest. Her fingers slide into the hair at my nape. I groan into her mouth when she grips the strands tightly and tugs at them.
“Get a room!” Rhys shouts, breaking our kiss.
Emily’s face and neck are bright red, and her pupils are dilated.
Chuckling, I give her a soft kiss then release her.
“Fuck you, Rhys,” I shout back with a laugh.
He flips me off before walking away.
“Come with me,” I hold out my hand and Emily places her palm against mine.
Emily’s mouth falls open the moment we step into our home. Fairy lights hang from the ceiling, giving the space a soft glow.Wildflower petals are scattered all over the room. A white runner creates a path for Emily to follow.
She spins around to face me; her eyes are wide, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. “What is this?” she whispers.
I gesture for her to continue forward. “Keeping going to find out.”
She swallows tightly and then steps onto the white carpet. It continues through the foyer before stopping in the living room.
Slowly she steps into the room. With her back to me, I remove the velvet box from my pocket and kneel. She slowly spins and gasps when she’s me on my knee.
Opening the box, she raises a hand to her mouth. A sob escapes her lips and tears begin to flow down her face.
“Emily –Féileacán– The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were destined to be mine. When your scent of wildflowers and berries hit me, I knew it was a scent I’d never be able to live without.” I swallow the nerves that build. “You’re my best friend. The love of my life. My everything. You take my breath away only to breathe it back into my lungs. When you’re not with me, I count the seconds until I can be with you again.
“There is no future where you’re not mine and I’m not yours. The only future that we have is with each other. The only future I’ll accept is a future in which you let me love you the way you deserve to be loved. I love you with every cell in my body. I don’t want to live without you. Will you marry me?”
Emily throws herself into my arms and we tumble to the ground.
“Yes! Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you Liam!” she cries, peppering kisses all over my face and neck.
I bury my face into the crook of her neck and breathe deeply.
She leans back and I remove the ring with trembling hands and slide it onto her finger.
The pear-shaped diamond seems to brighten against her complexion. The intertwining rose gold band is encrusted with smaller diamonds. It’s perfect for her.
“Oh, Liam. It’s beautiful.” She whispers in awe. Her hands press against either side of my face and she smashes her lips against mine.
She adjusts her body to straddle me. Her pussy grinds against the fabric of my pants and I groan. She kisses me with such untamed hunger that I feed off it.
My body is on fire, my cock is painfully hard and I can’t stop myself from lifting to grind harder against her.
“Please,” she whimpers, trailing kisses down my neck and nipping at my skin.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
She feverously rips at my clothes until I’m left in my boxer briefs. Her palms my cock through the fabric and she moans when she feels its stiffness.
She pulls my cock from its confines. Licking her lips, her ocean-blue eyes rise to mine and the lust I see fuels mine.
“What are you going to do,Féileacán?” I ask in a husky voice.