Page 176 of Undisputed Chaos
Then she'd dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands framing my face with the kind of gentleness I'd never known existed.
"Yes," she'd whispered, and the word had exploded through me like a second ignition. "Yes to all of it. Yes to forever."
I'd slipped the ring onto her finger with hands that shook like I was sixteen instead of twenty-seven, like I was touching something sacred instead of claiming what was already mine.
The moment the band settled into place, our family had emerged from the shadows, Connor's rare smile, Jax's whoop of joy, Sierra and Estelle rushing forward to admire the ring and embrace us both.
Crew had nearly toppled his sister over.
We'd stood there in our burning circle, surrounded by the people who mattered most, and never felt happier.
Now, watching Isla sleep with that ring catching the morning light, I felt that same overwhelming gratitude crash over me again.
She stirred slightly, unconsciously moving closer to my warmth, and I couldn't resist reaching out to trace the line of her shoulder where it emerged from the sheet.
"Adrian?" Her voice was thick with sleep, eyes fluttering open to focus on my face. "What time is it?"
"Early," I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Go back to sleep, angel."
Instead, she pushed herself up, the sheet falling away to reveal the gentle curve of her breasts, the pale expanse of skin that belonged to me in every way that mattered.
"Can't sleep when you're thinking so loud," she said with a sleepy smile. "What's got you spinning?"
"You," I said simply, because it was always her. "Us. The fact that you're going to be my wife."
Her smile widened, eyes sparkling with the same wild happiness that had lit her face in the fire circle.
"Mrs. Hills," she said, testing her name. "I still can't believe it's real."
"Believe it," I growled, pulling her into my lap so she straddled my thighs. "You're mine, angel. Officially, legally, completely mine."
She laughed, the sound bright and unguarded as her hands settled on my shoulders. "Possessive much?"
"Always." My hands found her waist, thumbs stroking over the soft skin just above her hipbones. "Especially now that I have a ring to prove it."
The playful atmosphere shifted as she looked down at me with eyes that held no shadows, no doubt, no fear. Just love so pure and complete, it made my heart swell with emotions I was still learning to name.
"Show me," she whispered, her fingers trailing down my chest to trace the edge of a tattoo that covered particularly vicious scars. "Show me how much I'm yours."
"Fuck, angel." I groaned, the possessiveness in her voice going straight to my cock. "Keep talking like that and I'll never let you leave this bed."
"Who says I want to leave?"
I kissed her, slow and deep, pouring everything I felt into the connection between us.
She tasted like promises and forever, like the future I'd never dared to dream about until she made it possible.
My hands moved to the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it over her head.
She was perfect underneath, pale curves and gentle strength, the morning light painting her skin in shades of gold and cream.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I breathed, palming her breasts with reverent hands. "Every inch of you, angel."
She arched into my touch, head falling back to expose the line of her throat where my ribbon rested.
The sight of my mark on her skin sent possessive heat straight to my cock, reminding me that she wore my claim even in sleep.
But it was when her hands found the hem of my own shirt, tugging it off to reveal the tapestry of ink and scars underneath, that something cracked open.
