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And I don’t want him to break.

I just want him.

“I choose you, too,” I whisper.

Horace gasps.

Like the air has been knocked from his lungs.

Then, before I can blink, his arms are around me, pulling me close, and I go willingly.

Willfully.

Tears slip down my cheeks, but I don’t care.

All I care about is him.

This is too fast.

All of it.

But the fact is, I love him.

And that’s the only truth that matters.

“I love you too, Sweetheart,” he growls, his voice raw, desperate, and full of need.

Then his mouth crashes onto mine, claiming me completely, irrevocably, as if I am the only thing in the world he will ever need.

Chapter23

Horace

Mine. She’s mine.

My lips claim Carina’s in a kiss that leaves me lightheaded.

But I won’t fall. I can’t. My arms are wrapped around precious cargo, and I will do anything, be anything I need to be, to keep her safe and sound.

And with me. Always with me.

“need you, Horace,” she whispers, and it makes me ache.

My cock is so hard, I could pound nails with it. But I’d much rather sink into my mate’s tight, wet heat.

The fact she is just as hungry for me is just icing.

“Easy, mate. I got you,” I tell her, and I do.

I lift her off the floor and carry her to my bed—scratch that. It’s our bed now.

Or, it will be, as soon as I convince her to move in.

I like the sound of that, and my chest rumbles with my Bear’s approval.

Next, I peel the borrowed t-shirt and boxers she has on, stopping to stare at all her pale, smooth softness on display.

She lets me look for a few seconds, then she is moving. My mate is nothing if not demanding and fierce in her passion, and fuck, I love every minute of it.

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