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A vow. A declaration.

My breaths hitch as he backs me up against the stone pillar and pins me, the raw intensity between us igniting something primal.

“Yours,” I whisper, the admission trembling past my lips.

The truth. The only truth that’s ever existed.

A guttural growl rumbles from his chest before his mouth crashes onto mine, devouring, consuming, stealing the very air from my lungs. His hands are ruthless, pushing up my sundress and yanking my panties down in one swift motion. Then he spins me around, bending me over as heat floods my veins.

He shoves his pants down, and with one brutal thrust, he’s inside me. A ragged moan tears from my lips as he fills me, stretching me, his hips driving into me with an unrelenting force that steals every thought from my mind.

I take it all—every punishing stroke, every ounce of his need—my body responding with desperate, reckless hunger. My heart clenches, aching for what we once had, what we could have again.

When my release crashes through me, it’s explosive, shattering me from the inside out, but he doesn’t stop. He thrusts deeper, harder, until my knees threaten to give out.

Only then do I realize the guards are gone. Not that it would have stopped me. Nothing would have.

With a final, feral growl, he spills inside me, his grip tightening as his body trembles against me. His hips slam into me like he wants to break me, consume me, ruin me completely.

As we both come down, his lips brush over my shoulder, his breath ragged against my skin. And for the first time in a long time, I feel whole.

Then his voice cuts through the haze. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you got into a car accident all those years ago?”

My eyes widen. Konstantin must have told him.

I shrug, peering over at him. “It was so long ago.”

His nostrils flare as he eases out of me, pulling my panties back into place before adjusting his own clothes. But the tension in his body doesn’t ease.

“Do you understand how much you mean to me, baby?” His words simmer with emotion. “The thought of something happening to you, knowing it was my fault…” He drags a hand down his face, his jaw tight.

“Hey…” I reach for him, tugging his arm down.

He lets me, his eyes filled with turmoil.

“I’m okay,” I whisper. “I’m right here.”

Pain flickers across his features before he clasps my face in both hands, his thumbs brushing along my cheeks. Then, silently, he leans in and kisses me. Deeply. Passionately.

And for the first time in forever, I want to believe that maybe, just maybe, we can have it all.

CHAPTER46

DINARA

The next day,the chaos of Conall feels like a distant memory as I glance at Cillian just in time to catch Fia’s wide-eyed expression.

She looks like she’s about to set him on fire with her glare. My kinda girl.

“What did I do?” he asks, genuinely perplexed, while Adora pours tea into our bright pink cups—but really, it’s just water.

I bite back a laugh as Fia crosses her arms, her little face scrunched with disapproval. “You have to pull the chair out for the princess before you sit down!”

Cillian shakes his head in mock regret, playing along as if this is the most serious offense imaginable.

“My apologies,” he says solemnly, then steps forward and pulls my chair out with exaggerated care.

But Fia isn’t satisfied. Her brow lifts, unimpressed.

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