Chapter 195

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore

"Robin, will you marry me?"

In that moment it was as though time stood still; everything – the stars, the moon, the lights on the tower – everything seemed brighter and more alive than ever before. As she looked from the ring to his eyes she was almost overpowered by the love she found there. It had been a long, sometimes difficult road that she had been travelling on – not just in her relationship with Patrick – and now it seemed as if she had arrived at her destination. There was not even a quiver of doubt in her mind or in her heart. She uselessly blinked away several happy tears and smiled.

"Yes. Yes I will marry you."

Unaware of the breath he had been holding, Patrick blew out his cheeks and with a steady hand removed the ring from its velvet nest and placed it on her finger. The sapphire shimmered and sparkled against her golden skin and as she looked it, sitting so perfectly on her finger, her heart began to drum joyfully inside her chest.

"Patrick" she sighed happily.

With infinite tenderness he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her with a quiet passion. His tongue sought and was immediately granted entrance to her mouth and as it darted inside the velvety softness of her mouth, it caressed hers, producing a soft moan from the back of her throat. Their mouths remained fused until the need to draw breath pulled them apart.

Patrick kept her face in his hands as he leaned his forehead against hers. "I love you" he whispered.

"I love you," she replied, moving closer to him.

Her mind was swirling as though the doors to a thousand other worlds had suddenly been opened but she was unable to process any thoughts, save one. She was at peace. For the first time in her life she finally understood what it meant to have peace and she was imbued in a warmth that was equal parts strange yet familiar.

Closing his arms around her, he brushed his lips against her forehead, her cheek, her neck and then her mouth. His fingers trailed lightly against her skin. He was almost too overwhelmed with happiness to speak.

Robin looked at her ring again and then met his gaze. "You promised me dessert" she said softly.

Quirking up an eyebrow, he shook his head. "You're thinking of food?"

"No," she replied slyly. "I'm thinking of dessert – you specifically – and I think we need to get back to our hotel room."

A wide grin spread across his face as he bussed her lips. "Whatever my fiancée wants, she will have."

"Say it again"

"Whatever-"

"No, not that part. The part where you called me your fiancée."

"My fiancée," he repeated. "My beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, sexy fiancée."

Robin got to her feet, extending her hand to him. "Let's go celebrate."

Patrick took her hand and then pulled her to him. Picking her up, he spun them both around in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. Robin squealed with delight as Patrick yelled at the top of his lungs.

"SHE SAID YES!!!"

The busy crowd of tourists and locals all burst into applause and as Patrick set her back on her feet again, he kissed her with unbridled love.

The ten minute walk back to the hotel was considerably lengthened by them stopping every few feet to kiss. By the time they piled into the elevator, their lips were already swollen and buzzing from the near non-stop contact.

It took Patrick three tries to open the door as Robin's incessant touching distracted him from the task at hand. They were no sooner in the room than she pressed him up against the door, her hands sliding under his suit jacket and pushing it from his shoulders. Grabbing hold of his tie, she pulled him to her, fusing her mouth to his. Leaning back to end the kiss, she quickly undid the tie and let it drop to the floor. Taking his hand, she led him to the bed and gently pushed him down to the mattress before standing out of arms' reach.

Patrick looked at her, his eyes hazy with desire and love and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards in a smile as she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress. Shimmying her hips from side to side, she let the silk dress slid down her body before it pooled around her ankles. Clad only in a red lace bra, matching thong and her black stiletto heels, she rubbed her hands over her breasts as she stared at him.

"Are you sure you want me for ever and ever?" she asked.

Patrick licked his lips as he drank in her every curve and felt his body respond in kind. He nodded as he undid his shirt. "I'd actually like you for longer," he practically growled, "but forever and ever will have to do."

As Patrick rose to his feet, Robin stepped away from him and towards the windows. She pulled them open, sending the curtains billowing in the night breeze. Turning back to face him, she smiled seductively as she crooked her finger, calling him over. Never breaking her gaze, he walked to her, bracing his hands on either side of her against the window sill, effectively trapping her.

Almost in suspended animation, they stared wordlessly at each other; Robin nibbled on her bottom lip as Patrick dipped his head and kissed first the left corner of her mouth, then the right before finally closing his mouth over hers. Her hands looped around his neck as their bodies pressed together against the Parisian backdrop.

Pulling away from the kiss, Patrick slowly, teasingly kissed his way down the length of her neck. He dragged his tongue along the length of her collar bone before burying his face between her breasts and breathing in her heady scent.

Robin's legs shook and Patrick slipped a hand around her waist to keep her upright as he pulled her hardened nipple into his mouth through her bra. She shivered and moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair. He moved to the other side, repeating the same action before unclasping her bra and letting it fall away from her body. He kneaded her breasts, covering her chest in soft, electrifying kisses.

She pushed her hips against his, smiling as she felt his arousal push back. Her hands swept across his chest, grazing his nipples and he groaned in response. Robin let her hand dip between them, cupping him through his pants, as he continued to flick her nipple with his tongue. His hand mimicked hers and she pushed hard against his hand as he dragged his finger along her panties.

Raising his head, he captured her mouth in a hot, wanton kiss while her hands flew to his belt in a frenzied attempt to free him from the confines of his pants. Stepping back, he allowed her to finish undressing him and after kicking his pants clear of his feet, he sank to his knees before her and kissed the outline of her red, lace panties. Spreading her legs wider to give him greater access, she closed her eyes and moaned as tongue pushed the lacy material inside. He curled his fingers through the waistband and slowly peeled them from her body.

Rearing back on his heels but still holding on to her hips, he smiled lovingly as he looked up at her. "You are quite simply the most beautiful woman I have ever known." He swept a hand across her ever-growing stomach and sighed. "And sexy too."

"I love you" she panted breathlessly.

Patrick grabbed hold of his pants, rifling through the pockets for his wallet; as he did so, Robin closed her hand around his length and began to stroke him at a lazy pace. One shuddering breath after another left his mouth and he stopped what he was doing as the sensation momentarily overtook him. Finally finding his wallet, he retrieved their protection and pressed it into her hand.

Robin tore open the small packet and stroked him several more times before finally sheathing him. He looped an arm around her waist and turned her so that she was facing out the window; she gasped as he entered her, his hips lying still against hers for a moment.

"Look at this city Robin," he whispered in her ear. "Its beauty, its grandeur, it's our city" She inhaled sharply as his voice sent a shiver through her body.

Breathless, wordless sounds filled the room and were carried out the window by the breeze as he thrust deeply inside her. Her hand groped behind her to touch him, any part of his hot skin as their bodies move together in perfect unison. The lights of the city twinkled and flickered before her eyes as they built urgently, feverishly to their climax. Their bodies recognized each other and in a wordless conversation there was a call and answer between them.

His breath drifted over her neck and shoulders as their hips undulated. Robin gripped the railing, desperate to stay upright. Just as she thought she could not handle one more moment of bliss, she felt herself let go and tumble down the other side, Patrick's name tearing from her lips as she did so. He followed closely behind, burying his cry in her shoulder as he bit down on her skin as he came.

Weak-kneed and exhausted, Robin slumped against the railing. She couldn't imagine where he found the strength but she was unable to form even the smallest protest as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and climbed in with her, enveloping her in his arms. He kissed her forehead and her cheeks before placing several small kisses against her lips.

"You okay, my soon to be wife?" he asked softly.

"Mmm" she replied, burrowing closer to him. "I am perfect." Looking up she smiled tiredly. "We are perfect."