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He was deeper than he’d ever been before, and she loved it—loved the closeness of his big body as he pistoned in and out of her. Then one of his hands left her hip and slid to her clit, strumming it in rhythm to his thrusts. Pleasure soared through her, spiraling her faster and faster towards completion. Her arms shook against the mattress.

“Rogue. I’m going to?—”

“Not yet,” he panted. “Hold on for me, honey.”

He shifted his hips, his cock hitting parts of her she hadn’t even known existed. And it was so good, so good, she wanted to scream, she wanted to?—

Oh. Oh.“I can’t … I can’t hold back,” she whimpered.

“Then come with me, Bea. Let’s. Come. Together,” he growled, every word punctuated by one of those magnificent thrusts. And then she was spiraling, off the cliff, her pussy clenching around his cock. And she knew exactly the moment he reached his own completion, because his body shook against hers.

Boneless, she let him lead her down onto her side. He was still inside her, softening gently, the ultimate intimacy. He pulled her against him, spooning her tightly, and for the longesttime neither of them spoke. Finally, Rogue was the one to break the silence.

“I love you, Bea.”

His words had her turning her head. She looked into his eyes, so full of emotion, wondering how she ever could have thought his eyes cold.

“I love you, too, Rogue. So much.”

Eventually, he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. She enjoyed the way the thick muscles in his back rippled. He had scars—lots of them—but they didn’t detract from his beauty.

On the way back to bed, he stopped by the window and ripped the curtains fully open.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I know you like waking up to the light.”

Something prickled behind her eyes. She’d never told him. She’d pulled one side of the curtain open, to make sure the room wasn’t completely dark, but she’d never told him how much she needed the light. And yet, he’d figured it out. Because that was the kind of man he was—a man who noticed andcared.

“But … won’t it bother you tomorrow morning?” The bed dipped as Rogue got in beside her. He pulled her in tight, her back against his front. The warmth was delicious.

“Nothing can bother me as long as we’re together, Bea.”

EPILOGUE

Rogue

Rogue paced the terrace impatiently. Five minutes to eight. He wanted this meeting done and over with, so he could find Bea again.

The next day she’d be starting classes at the university, but today, she was all his. Or would be, as soon as this meeting was over. Ash joined him outside.

“Ah, here you are,” he said. His eyes twinkled. “I thought you’d still be upstairs with Bea.”

“You’re one to speak,” Rogue snorted. “Nobody has seen you or Reka since we got back.”

“We had a lot to catch up on,” Ash said quietly.

Slate, Griffin and Dark walked out together, shielding their eyes from the sun. Thorne, who’d called the meeting, was the last one to join them. It was clear, by the way he moved, that his broken ribs still bothered him, but when he spoke, his voice was strong and steady.

“Thank you all for meeting me here on a day off,” Thorne began in his clipped British accent. That was new. Thank youwasn’t part of Thorne’s everyday vocabulary, unless he was talking to one of the women.

“How are you feeling, Thorne?” Slate asked. Thorne waved the question away. Rogue felt a pang inside him.

“I need to ask a favor of you,” Thorne continued in his clipped British accent.

Five heads looked up at once, but Dark was the first to speak. “What do you need from us, Thorne?”

“A long time ago, I acquired an obligation. It’s something I must do—that I haven’t yet been able to accomplish. The last weeks have made me realize that, if something were to happen to me, the task would die with me.”

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