Page 178 of Undisputed Chaos
She was soaked, her arousal coating her thighs as I settled between her legs and drove into her with one powerful thrust.
"Adrian!" she cried out, back arching as I filled her completely.
The sensation of being inside her, surrounded by her heat and perfect tightness, was like coming home and lighting a fire all at once.
We moved together with desperate tenderness, two people who'd found their dark salvation in each other's bodies.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper as I drove into her with increasing intensity.
"I love you," she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders as pleasure built between us like a gathering storm. “I love all of you."
“I love you, too,” I growled against her throat, teeth scraping over the ribbon that marked her as claimed. “I love my angel. My wife. My everything."
The orgasm that tore through us was violent and beautiful, leaving us both shaking in its aftermath.
I collapsed beside her, pulling her against my chest as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Adrian Hills," I said aloud for the millionth time, testing the name that was already mine. “Fuck, that sounds good."
"You belong with me," she smiled, like it was the most obvious truth in the world. "You always have."
I thought about Connor and Sierra, about the way they'd found each other in darkness and built something strong.
About Jax and Estelle, their love story written in luxurious moments and shared laughter.
Different paths, different timelines, but all leading to the same destination—the kind of love that transformed monsters into men, broken souls into whole hearts.
We'd found each other among our trio, but somehow, we were going to be the first to marry.
The first to stand in front of our chosen family and declare that this life was worth claiming.
"The others are going to give me so much shit for proposing first," I mused, fingers tracing lazy patterns on Isla's bare shoulder.
“So?” she asked, lifting her head to look at me with eyes that sparkled with mischief. "We'll be too busy being married to care."
Married.The word sent fire through every nerve ending, a promise and a victory all wrapped up in one beautiful concept.
I'd spent my whole life believing I was too insane for this kind of happiness. Too violent, too stained by blood and brutality to deserve something pure and good.
But Isla had chosen to lovemeanyway.
In the circle of fire, surrounded by family who'd helped orchestrate our beginning, she'd said yes to a future I'd never dared to dream about.
Yes to taking my chaos and making it beautiful. Yes to burning bright enough to light up all my shadows.
"I really love you," I promised, the words still feeling new and miraculous on my tongue. "Forever isn't going to be long enough."
“Good thing I’m your angel then,” she grinned, settling back against my chest with contentment that radiated through both of us.
Outside, the world woke up around us, unaware that two vastly different souls had just confirmed their wholeness in a bed overlooking the city.
We burned brighter than ever. Two hearts beating in perfect synchronization, two souls that had recognized their match across our lives.
I was no longer just Adrian.
I was Adrian Hills, fiancé, future husband, brother, son, man reborn through the grace of an angel who'd seen light where everyone else saw only shadow.
Forever felt like exactly the right amount of time.
