Page 132 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"Olive Brewer, you are the light of my life. The sun that I revolve around. You are everything good and pure in my life. You are the love of my life. The one I've been waiting for, my everything, and I will never let you go. I never imagined I could be this happy again, finding someone like you. Someone who has shown me what true love is. I will never take you for granted, Olive. I love you more than words can say. You are giving me the greatest gift of life, our child, but will you grace me with one more? Will you be my wife and be mine forever?"
I could feel the tears pouring from my eyes as I nodded my head wildly.
"Yes, a thousand times, yes!" I choked out, reaching for him. We happily hugged and kissed as he placed the ring on my finger. The ring fit like he had it made perfectly, just for me. He kissed my forehead and then my nose and my cheeks. He kissed my neck and then my collar bone. I felt such happiness envelope me, seeping deep into my heart. It was a moment unlike any other. It was perfect.
"I love you, Lucas," I whispered, cupping his face with my hands. I stared into those deep brown eyes before I kissed him like never before. I let every ounce of love I have for him pour out of me like a faucet. Our kiss deepened with our tongues dancing around one another. Our hands explored one another, familiarizing themselves with each other again.
Lucas' fingers grazed the skin of my stomach as he lifted my shirt over my head. His eyes admired me with such intensity, I almost shied away. Instead, I stared back in the same manner, reciprocating his love. I took his shirt off next, not breaking eye contact until it went over his head. Our lips met again with a furious hunger and deep passion.
His hands trailed down my thighs as he pulled my sweatpants off along with my underwear until I laid bare for him. He gently kissed me once more before standing to take off his own pants. I watched him, admiring his god-like physique. He propped himself over me, kissing my nose and smiling. His nose nuzzled into my neck as his lips gave me soft kisses. My skin tingled with goosebumps at his touch.
My fingers ran through his thick, soft hair, playing with it lovingly. I felt his dick graze over my wet folds lightly, making me scoot down to let him know I wanted him in me. He happily complied as he aligned himself with my entrance, slowly gliding into me as he stared deep into my eyes. I looked right back into them, the most beautiful eyes you could look into.
I moaned as he hit my special spot. The one I swear is made just for him. His moves were delicate and sensual, moving me to a slow rhythm, driving my body mad. I felt ready to burst in a matter of minutes. Lucas has a way of making everything feel so explosive and intense. He sucked at the hardened buds of my nipples, causing me to moan loudly. My hips swayed involuntarily against him, feeling his muscles against the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs.
He continued to cause me pleasure until I reached one of the most intense orgasms. I milked Lucas for all he's worth as his seed squirted deep inside me-no point in pulling out now. We're already pregnant. We stayed in one another’s arms, lightly kissing each other. Our hands caressed one another mindlessly.
"Thank you, Rose." Lucas broke the silence first.
"For what?"
"For saying yes." I kissed him once more, pecking his lips.
"Thank you for asking."
The rest of the morning went well. I somehow managed to hold my breakfast down. We cuddled on the couch, watching Hallmark Christmas movies together, sipping on hot cocoa. Around two o'clock, somebody took our alone time away. We had decided today would be the day we tell Davis and Carter. I had come up with some excuse to drop out of the championship, and Davis was pretty disappointed. We had a small argument about commitment before he sighed and let me withdraw. I opened the door to find a serious Davis and an ever-smiling Carter.
“Merry Christmas, Twinkle Toes," Carter greeted me when Davis said nothing.
"Merry Christmas, Carter."
"Don't call her that. She obviously doesn't care about her title." Davis crossed his arms, upset as he entered.
"It's Christmas, Davis, have some cheer." Carter elbowed him in the side, earning him a scowl from Davis.
"What did you want to talk about?" Davis asked, ready to leave. I sighed, feeling extremely nervous about telling him.
"Sit down, this is serious." I gestured for them to take a seat on the couch. Davis' demeanor changed instantly upon hearing the phrase. I sat beside Lucas, needing his support to spill the news. Carter sat on the recliner to the right and Davis on the one to the left. I looked at Davis knowing this news was intended for him to hear. He was the father I wish I had. The person I respect the most and I need him to approve.
"What is, Liv? You're worrying me." Davis clasped his hands in front of him, having his thumbs poke at his lip.
"The reason I couldn't fight isn't because I didn't want to or because I was sick. It's because..." I bit my lip, feeling so scared to say the words.
"Because I got her pregnant," Lucas said it for me, wording it so all the blame was on him.
"It's not just his fault, obviously. I wasn't being careful either. We have a plan, and I know we're young, but-" I stopped talking as Davis got up. His face was unreadable as he stalked toward us. I was so scared he was going to punch Lucas, but instead, he lifted me off the couch and into a giant hug. He held me close to him for a long while. In all our years together, Davis has never once held me so tightly, except maybe after I spilled my life story.
"Congratulations, Liv. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and if this is something you want, then I fully support it. We're here for you always, no matter what. You know that, right?" He said, pulling out of our hug, placing his hand on my shoulder as he stared into my eyes. I felt them mist over again, feeling overly sentimental. I nodded, unable to speak through the thick emotions in my throat.
"I hope it gets your fighting spirit," Carter chimed in, boxing the air as if to show my fighting spirit. I snickered at him.
"Thank you, guys."
"You better marry this woman and care for her and your child, right, or I'm coming for you!" Davis pointed his finger at Lucas with the most intimidating face he could muster.
"Already asked her to marry me this morning, Mr. Viking, sir." Lucas smiled, being his playful self. Davis narrowed his eyes at the nickname, but ultimately let it go.
"Good." He nodded.
