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"Give me a better word, then," I demand, but he's suddenly too overcome to answer.

Dav makes hisI'm closesound and shudders.

"Almost, sweetheart, almost there," I promise him, gripping hips, hard, hard, grasping and pressing marks in as I fuck into him slow and sweet. "You first."

"Oh, Colin, Mine Own, you feel so… so…" His words dry up, focused and intense, knuckles white where he grips the sink.

I can't stop looking at his face reflected in the mirror. A lock of his hair has fallen down into his forehead, his eyebrows knitted together in effort. When he realizes I'm watching him, his face relaxes, and he smiles.

"Look at yourself," I say, gently. His prick's bobbing, red and leaking. He swallows hard and reaches for it. "No. Not yet. Just look. You're beautiful."

I go quicker, harder, and Dav braces himself against the wall beside the mirror, rutting back against me. It's almost too much to see him like this, stretched out and on display, just for me.

"Colin, I'm—!" Then another "Colin!" punches out of him, like it’s the last word he’ll ever get to say.

"Go ahead, sweetheart," I tell him, and Dav curls over the sink and comeshard.

God, that's hot.

And then, the bastard, hesqueezes.

"Wait, uh, I'm supposed to be… ah! Augh,Dav!"

When I've come down from my own orgasm, I smack his arse. "Bossy jerk."

"Yourjerk," he agrees.

"Absolutely. All mine. My dragon. My gorgeous, beautiful, badass dragon. Mine Own."

"You really can't say that, darling."

"WhatamI supposed to call you then? This is getting stupid."

"There's really no term," Dav says. "Not one that anyone would find polite, any more."

"Ahha! Itis 'master', isn't it?"

Dav's face scrunches up.

"Forget it," I tell him. "Not happening."

"No, I agree," Dav says. He turns in my arms. We share another lingering kiss.

"Hey, you know what," I say softly, heart beating a mile a minute. "I just figured out the perfect thing to call you."

"And what's that?"

Feeling absolutely ridiculous, completely buck-naked, covered in sex, and without a ring, I get down on one knee. "How does 'husband' sound?"

Dav smiles like a sunrise. "Coc y gath."

Chapter Fifty-Five

And this, dear reader, is the part of the story that we call the denouement.

From the French "unknotting", this is the part where—after the resolution to the conflicts occurs, like winning a duel against a sadistic prick, or convincing a queen to read your friend's awesome research—the remaining complexities of the plot unravel.

Hm, how do I explain everything that happened in the next few months without getting super '80s coming-of-age-film about it?

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