28 alarkling :3
It took me QUITE a long time to figure out how to roll with this prompt, and this is what I came up with! Enjoy~
Prompt: 28 “Marry me?”
Her hands froze in their feverish wanderings before she forced herself to look up.
She couldn’t have heard correctly.
The sitting room fell silent as the Darkling gazed down at her with eyes the color of molten mercury, his hips still hard against hers. His hand was moving down to her hip before she felt his fingers close on her bare thigh.
She must have heard wrong.
“D- Did you say something?” Alina stuttered, leaning in closer to him so their bodies were flush together.
The ghost of a smile graced his lips before a loud clamor of voices sounded from the hallway. In an instant, the Darkling shoved his shoulder against the door as someone tried the handle. They heard a drunken laugh and the group outside moved on, leaving them in silence once more.
“You heard me, Alina,” he purred into her ear.
Alina blinked once, twice, trying to clear her head. “Will I… marry you?”
He had her trapped between a rock and a hard place, or a door and himself, as she wondered if the little champagne she had had earlier had gotten to her head. The Darkling couldn’t be asking her to marry him. It was far too soon, with no warning except for his hand on her neck, the kiss by the lake, him tugging her here–
“That’s right,” he whispered hotly.
She melted against him once again before she leaned her head back to stare into his eyes. This powerful, wise, influential, compelling man wanted to marry her, of all people. “Why?”
“Because I want you, Alina. No,” he said, his steel eyes softening for her. “I need you.”
Her heart leapt.