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She opens her eyes, her gaze locking onto mine.

"That's it, baby," I grunt, watching my cock disappear into her heat. "Gonna remind you exactly who you belong to. You know that?"

She cries out, her head falling back with a muffled moan. "Oh, Hunter. Fuck."

There's a fire in her eyes, a hunger that matches my own. I can feel her getting closer, her pussy tensing around me.

I bite her throat, suck the skin between my teeth. "You'remine.My fiancé. My future fuckingwife."

She gasps, body trembling, unraveling, coming apart for me. "I'm yours. Only yours."

I grin darkly. "Damn right."

I slide a hand down her belly, pressing over her womb. Then I drop my mouth to her ear, drag my teeth over her skin.

"I'm gonna fill you up, sweetheart," I whisper, thrusting hard and deep one final time. "You’re gonna look so fucking good carrying my babies."

Her eyes widen, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she comes, her body convulsing around me, her walls clenching tight, milking me for everything I have.

I groan, my own release crashing over me, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I fill her with my seed.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies still joined. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright and satisfied.

"Hunter," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "That was..."

A sudden knock at the door stops the words leaving her mouth. Her eyes go wide and if my cock wasn't still lodged inside her, I'd damn near jump through the roof at the sudden interruption.

"Coach!"

Blake.Fuck.Busted.

"You done breaking the storage room? Greg's ordered a team interview for ESPN in five!"

I groan, dropping my forehead to Natalie’s shoulder. She giggles against me.

"Fuck off, Maddox."

Blake snickers from the other side of the door. "Cool, cool. I’ll let them know you need another minute."

Natalie’s breathless giggle sends another pulse of heat through me. I pull out slowly, my cum dripping between her thighs.

She gasps as I catch it with my fingers… and push it back inside her warm, sticky pussy.

"Hunter," she moans, shivering.

I smirk. "Gotta make sure it sticks, baby."

Then with zero fucking shame, I grab her hand and drag her back to the gala with the swagger of a man who's now got it all.

The Stanley Cup. My hockey team. Myhometown.

And now…her.

My future. My forever.

And as it turns out… the only prize that ever fucking mattered.

Epilogue II

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