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I don’t question him; I accept his words. Because in my heart I know he’s speaking from his heart. A heart that is mine and mine alone, because I am the first and only woman he has ever given it too.

I will cherish it, protect it, and never make him regret the choice to love me.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Jace

With her hand in mine, I lead her away from the reception. Up the hill and slightly over where the grounds begin to slope down and the only light is from the moon sitting high above the hills. Highlighting the very spot I’ve stretched out a few blankets and throw pillow I stole from our cabin.

“Oh,” I look back over my shoulder to find Aurora smiling at she notices the makeshift bed I’ve created for us. “A moonlight booty call.” She laughs and I spin around and pull her body in close to mine.

You can hear the music still playing was off in the distance but far enough away that we have privacy.

The cabins were off in the opposite direction. The main house where the event staff are and the reception too far away to see us. I lead her over and slowly lower her body to the ground. I follow behind, covering her with my own and kissing her slowly.

“The idea of seeing you naked, in the dark, as the light of the moon reflects off you does turn me on.” I smile when I feel her mouth twist into a grin. I deepen the kiss, shifting my hips to share with her just how excited I am.

“You are such a horndog.”

“Only for you.” Fuck she drives me insane.

I get it now, the connection that Oliver and Daxton have with Luna and Bree. Sex, it’s just sex, but sharing it with someone you love, it is so much more. It’s not only a physical connection but a full mind, body and soul experience and now I’m acting like a fucking pansy.

But fuck it, I no longer care.

Aurora is my heart, she is everything.

Before I know it, we are naked under the stars and I am sinking into her as we both moan from the connection. “Yes,” Aurora’s voice echoes in the night as I start to move. Long strokes, dragging it out, not wanting it to end.

Fuck she felt so good, the heat of her body hugging my cock so tight.

“You like that baby?”

“God, yes.” Her fingernails dig into my back and she wraps her legs around my waist tight, holding me to her. “Don’t stop.”

“We have all night,” and if she wanted we’d stay right here, doing exactly what we were doing over and over.

“I’m so close,” her hips gyrate, and I allow her to fuck me as I hold her, mesmerized by how she takes me again and again. “Yes,” she screams. Jace,” my name ricochets off the open hills and I pump harder, fucking her through her orgasm. My toes curling I’m not ready to cum.

I slow my thrust, again dragging it out I watch her body start to relax. Her nipples hard in the cool night, her legs open and inviting me in.

“So wet.” She was on fire.

“Mmhm,” Ror agrees grabbing my hips. Pulling me in and pushing me back, telling me without words that she needs me faster.

Leaning in, I kiss her, grinding against her, giving her exactly what she needs. Aurora’s back arches and I can feel her growing tighter around me once again, This time when she comes, I join her, slowly pumping inside of her over and over, until I collapse, hugging her tightly to me.

I am going to marry this woman. I have no doubt in my mind. She is my perfect match, and she loves me.She really fucking loves me.That is the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.

Daxton and Bree had been gone for three days. On an island in the Bahamas, where Craig had sent them for their honeymoon. A week without him, I’ll admit it felt weird around here without him. He’s the heart of Deranged Ink, always has been, and will be.

We were all working a little extra, covering all Daxton’s responsibilities.

Oliver and Luna had already left, going home for the night. Zac had a few more piercing walk-ins, and I was just finishing up with Roy, a friend I’d met my first night in Bear Creek. He’s a little rough around the edges. Half his face tattooed, and just about everything he can pierce has been. But the guy is a good guy, he’d give anyone the shirt off his back. But you crossed him once and that was the end. There were no second chances with him.

I get him cleaned up, wrapped, and he pays before heading out.

With my head down, I’m at the front desk, highlighting my appointments for tomorrow and planning my day when I hear the bell jingle on the front door.

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