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Her legs opened wider for me on instinct, her body already soft and wet and ready to take me.

I slid in slow… deep… stretching her open like I wanted her to feel every inch.

We both groaned at the same time.

Her head fell back against the pillow, nails digging into my back as I started moving inside her… deep strokes… slow at first… then harder… faster… each thrust making the headboard knock just enough to remind us where we were.

“Look at me,” I whispered against her neck.

She did.

Eyes locking with mine, wide and wild, like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or scream or both.

“I love you,” she breathed out between moans.

I kissed her hard, sliding my hand between us to circle her clit… pushing her closer… chasing that second orgasm I knew was right there waiting for her.

Her body clenched around me, tighter and wetter, and the second I felt her fall apart under me again, I let go… spilling deep inside her with a low, guttural sound I barely recognized as mine.

We stayed like that… tangled… breathless… her nails still in my skin… my face buried in her neck… both of us shaking through it.

And in that moment… with her heart racing under my mouth… I knew this is where I’d want to be forever.

TWENTY-FOUR

ZOE

Wakingup in his arms felt like waking up inside a dream I didn’t want to end.

My cheek rested on his chest, rising and falling with every slow, steady breath he took. The sun was just creeping through the curtains, casting soft, golden light across the room. It caught the edge of my ring first… making the 24-carat, blush pink cushion cut diamond sparkle like something straight out of a fairytale.

I tilted my hand, just to watch it catch the light again… still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it was real. Thatthiswas real.

Then I felt the weight around my neck.

The diamond-encrustedKentrellchain resting against my skin, cool from the AC, but warming fast with my body heat. I smiled, dragging my fingers lightly across the links… letting the reality of it all settle deeper.

His mark was on me now. In every way.

I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, but close enough to press my lips to his chest… right over the fresh ink still healing beneath my mouth.

Zoe LaShay Caldwell.

My soon-to-be full name… stamped across his heart in bold black script like he wanted the whole world—hell, the whole universe—to know exactly who he belonged to.

I smiled into his skin, biting back the urge to cry all over again.

And just when I thought my heart couldn’t stretch any wider…

I slid my hand lower… resting it right over my stomach.

Our baby.

Still tiny. Still growing. But there.

Alive and ours.

I let my eyes roam over him… taking in the way his arm stayed wrapped tight around me even in his sleep. Like his body knew better than to let me go. His mouth was relaxed now, but still somehow managed to look cocky, even unconscious.

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