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“Lots of girls,” I answer softly.

“God, that’d be my dream.” His eyes light up. “Four of my little princesses? They’d worship me, be sweet daddy’s girls, and never leave my sight.”

“Clearly,” I chuckle, “you weren’t raised around girls.” But I can see Axel spoiling his. “And one boy,” I add, squeezing his hand. “A dark prince with icy blue eyes that’ll happily trap my heart forever.”

We can’t say more.

We don’t need to.

Axel reaches for my neck, wrapping his warm hand around it, and pulling me into a kiss. We can feel it, right here between us, and it’s so beautifully overwhelming until Sparky yowls in pain, ripping our stare to her as the first tiny creature slips into this world.

For six hours, we watch between naps. I rest my head on Axel’s lap. He plays with my hair, lulling me to sleep until we switch, and I do the same to him. We stay by Sparky’s side until we have six grandkittens: four boys and two girls—all little golden lions.

While they nurse and Sparky sleeps, we crawl into bed as dawn blooms bright pink through the windows.

Axel pulls me to him, content to hold me as usual, but I turn around in his arms. Deeply, I kiss him, and as always, he kisses me back with more passion, more demand.

I leave his mouth, and with my lips, I memorize everytattoo on his chest and down his flexing abs. When I tug his boxer briefs off, he groans, springing free and desperately hard for release.

I fist his base, and we don’t need words or a tease this time. He lets me lavish him until he’s moaning my name, fisting my hair, and pumping his hips. I try to take him, every inch I can, until he roars, his back bowing, his thighs shaking. With deep grunts, he fills my mouth with more than I can take.

I swallow what I can, but he spills over my lips, and he doesn’t care.

No, it ignites his eyes. He pulls me up, gently tugging my hair until we kiss again. It’s so erotic, so intimate, how he moans at the taste of him in my mouth.

Then, he’s moving my body, silently lifting me and guiding me to straddle his face. He ruins my favorite race car pajama bottoms, ripping them open at the crotch seam, and I don’t care.

I love it when he makes me ride his face and fist his hair, his mouth giving me what I gave him until I’m crying out, too. Until I’m coming with his name on my shaking lips, and he wants this kiss from me, as well—the flavor of us, together, in our mouths.

“I’m going to miss you,” he sighs, cupping my cheeks.

“I’ll miss you, too,” I whisper, my throat tightening. “Protect our babies while I’m gone.”

“Have them with me, Ruby.” His eyes search mine. “Take my life and heart and have my future and our children.”

Tears well in my eyes, gazing down at him. “Axel, are you asking me to?—”

“Not yet,” he insists. “Just give me hope. Tell me that no matter what, you’ll be mine one day.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

AXEL

“How long do we have?”I murmur, kissing Ruby’s neck, then the tender spot under her ear.

“An hour.” She giggles, tickled by my touch. “That’s not long enough, and I need to shower.”

“I needed to feed you lunch first.” I wedge her against the kitchen table, wanting to spank her again. “And now…”

“And now I’m packed and ready, and you’re getting me all hot in the biscuit,” she sighs at my seduction. “But my sisters will be here soon, and I need to check on our kittens, then get ready. I can’t fly to Greece with fuck hair.”

“We didn’t fuck, Wildfire.” I grind into her, hard. “Not yet.”

“But we did everything else and didn’t sleep, and I’m not complaining, but you don’t know my sister Rose. She’ll drag me for looking high-key smashed and run through.”

I nuzzle my forehead to hers. “I have no idea what you just said.”

“Yours,” she sighs. “I look like you made me yours.”

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