FlAvor

Chapter 27

Warning: Some Explicit Content

"Marry me, baby," he said in a broken, yet clear cut voice. "Please, Adrienne. Marry me."

My head spun, my heart thumped rapidly in my chest, and my eyes filled again with fat, happy tears as I gaze at the beautiful ring. I never thought this would ever happen to me so soon. At that moment, all of the times that Blaine and I have spent together and all of the memories that we've shared were so much more meaningful than ever before. I want to make more with him. I want so much more with him.

"We can get the ring fixed up to however you want," Blaine said softly, staring at the ring. "A little-"

"Yes," I whispered to him as I hold my left hand towards him. "I want it all with you Blaine. I love you so much."

Blaine's eyes lift to mine. Oh, goodness, I thought as I see his eyes glisten. I've never seen him cry before. It was always me being a blubbering mess ninety-five percent of the time.

He slides the ring on my finger. It shines from the reflection of the light in the room, and I can't take my eyes off of it, not until Blaine lifted my face to his. Not until our eyes connect.

Nothing was said.

Nothing had to be said.

The electricity that fills the room is too strong to speak against it. Our bodies suddenly become magnets as Blaine lowers me down on the couch in one swift move, maneuvering my body so he is right between my legs. His lips pushes against mine with force I've never felt from him before. Like something bursted out of the seams. I took his mouth with equal passion, lifting both of my hands to run through his hair. A moan escaped me when his tongue caressed mine. Soft, yet dominating. And, oh so sweet.

His hips grind against my center, making me achingly wet for him. I wish the strict laws here didn't prevent patients and non patients to have sex, because I sure as hell would've given it up for Blaine in a heartbeat.

His lips grazed down my neck, leaving slow kisses and bites as we continue to dry hump each other.

"Blaine," I breathed into the room. He grunts in response before kissing behind my ear. The scratch of his stubble against my neck sends a burn straight to the forbidden zone. When I feel his fingers plunge through my panties and rub my clit, I knew we had to stop before the build up got worse.

"Blaine," I said a little more forcefully, but it sounded like a weak sound of pleasure. He had to stop, but I've wanted this again for so long. So fucking long, like I've been deprived from his touch for years rather than weeks.

"All of me belongs to you, Adrienne." He lifted his head to see me. "And you belong to me. Now and forever."

Two of his fingers plunges inside me. The sweet intrusion has me covering my mouth so one one outside the door can hear my muffled cries of pleasure. Keeping his fingers in place, he rolls down on the floor on his knees and uses his other hand to take off my flats, then pulls down my pants and panties. Oh, goodness, this feels too good. Will it always be like this?

"You're so wet for me, baby. Too bad we can't go any further than this, otherwise I'd rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard you'd see stars." His smirked is all types of wickedness you could think of. This need for him to do dirty things to me overrides my senses. In and out, he continued his torture on my body, but I took it willingly. I wither under him, ready for his release on me. But he's the one controlling my body. He knows it better than I do.

I groan when he slipped his fingers out of me, but my body continues its growing heat as he sucks his fingers clean of my wetness. His eyes stare down at me as he removes his fingers from his mouth with a pop.