Page 61 of Stronger Than Love

“Oh, God,” I gasped. “I can’t take much more.”

Liam’s hand slid down my leg to widen it. His pace increased, our bodies rising and falling together.

The pressure in my stomach expanded as I climbed higher and higher up that cliff of pleasure. One powerful thrust sent me hurtling off the cliff to soar high above my body as it spasmed in Liam’s arms. He stilled at my deepest point, his heat spreading inside me.

We lay together, gasping, even as Liam rolled onto his back taking me with him. His fingers laced through mine and he brought my hand to his lips to kiss my engagement ring.

“I’ll need to get you another ring to match this one,” he murmured.

“Oh no!” I sat up to stare down at him. “You are not getting away without proposing to me properly.”

His deep chuckle brought goose bumps in its wake. “Fine.”

He rolled me onto my back, settling himself in the cradle of my thighs.

“Marry me, Oonagh. Marry me and make me the happiest man in the world. Either that or spend the rest of your life tied to my bed so I know where you are.”

A giggle emerged at his silliness. “You can’t tie me to your bed.”

His expression hardened. “Let me assure you, I can tie you to my bed dressed only in lace and make love to you until you give in.”

My hand cupped his face. “I’ll marry you, but then you’ll have to adopt my cushion collection.”

Liam laughed, pressing kisses to my smiling mouth. “I can live with that as long as you’re there at my side.”

We spent the rest of the night engulfed in our own cocoon. When daylight finally crept across the bed, Liam was still making me writhe with pleasure.

He was right; what we’d found on that beach was stronger than love. It was more powerful than desire and it was deeper than either of us would ever understand. We were two parts of the one whole, neither complete without the other.

Now we’d found each other, we could finally start living again.

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Epilogue

Oonagh

Cassidy had worked a miracle getting my dress ready in time. Ivory silk and lace that flared at the waist to cover my rounded stomach. Crystals decorated the bodice and highlighted the pattern of the lace in the skirt.

After I agreed to marry him, Liam lost no time in making that a reality. He’d returned at the end of September; tonight was Halloween and the back garden of our home was decorated in pumpkins and spooky witches in the branches of trees. He took my favourite day of the year and made it even more special.

“Happy?” Liam whispered in my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist, tugging me into his strength.

“Hmmm. You do like a good theme.”

His chuckle made my heart flutter. “There was no way you were getting away after you agreed to be mine.”

“Possessive much?”

“Only for you.” His lips on my neck made me shiver.

Every aspect of the day had been perfect, every detail planned to perfection. I had no idea how he did it in such a short time. We’d been married on our faery mound where he constructed an arch made of hawthorn and other twistedbranches. Tiny lights decorated every tree, bringing the garden to life.

“I love you,” he muttered against the sensitive shell of my ear. “Do you want to know what I have planned for tonight?”

I turned to look up at him.

“We finished the old lighthouse. I made the room at the top into a bedroom just for you.”

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