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“Somehow, I do,” she said in a breathy sigh.
I kissed her again. I needed her lips on mine.
I needed her like I’d never needed her before. It could have been because this was such a big declaration for both of us. And I felt like I’d been holding my breath for this very moment for a long time. How many times had I wished I could hear those words from her lips? Too many to ever count.
I rolled over, pinning her body beneath me as I looked into her eyes.
“I read your letter,” I confessed.
Her eyes widened with surprise and I was thankful she didn’t seem angry.
I wanted to say more but I wasn’t sure what. Words seemed to escape me right now.
“Who am I?” she whispered.
“My Queen.”
“And who are you?”
“Your King.”
I smiled because it was a little silly but it felt so perfect for us. It felt like everything was right. I finally saw myself through her eyes.
“Now,” she said with a twinkle in those silver eyes. “Show me I’m yours, my King.”
I stripped her bare and worshiped her body. Every single part of it. I left my mark all over her with pride. And when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, I slid inside her and proved her wrong.
“Bryan,” she moaned out as her nails dug into my back. “Please.”
I kept my pace slow because I was hell-bent on making this last all night. Her body rocked against mine letting me know how desperate she was to come for me. Every time I pulled away, her tight pussy seemed to hug me even more.
I had missed her. Everything, not just this part. I wanted my mark to be lasting. I wanted it to be forever.
We were both on the verge of losing control. Her whole body was shaking. Her little whimpers started to turn into loud moans and she began to beg me for more.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips as I gripped her hips and changed my angle.
That was all it took for her to come for me and I followed right behind.
“I love you too,” she said as I rolled over and collapsed beside her.
I kissed her, then rolled out of bed and dealt with the condom. By the time I returned to the bed with a warm, wet washcloth, she was already sound asleep.
I chuckled as I cleaned her up. I crawled in beside her and pulled the covers over us.
This was where I wanted to be. Every day and night. And all I had to do was not fuck it up again.
Two days later, I got the call I’d been waiting for.
We were at the hospital visiting Blade. Laurel had insisted on sneaking Biscuit in. But only after she took the dog to the groomers to have a bath and a nail trim. I didn’t have it in me to tell her no. Not even when she asked in her own way if she could get a stupid purple bow to go in the dog’s hair. I was sure Blade was going to love that.
The look on his face had been worth it though. Unlike I had expected, the guy was thrilled about hisbaby’snew accessory. I blamed it on the pain medication. At least I tried to. But I really felt like I was seeing another side of Blade. He was dead serious when he called Biscuit his baby in his gruff, deep voice. Thank fuck he didn’t talk baby to her, that would have sent me over the edge.
My phone rang.
I stepped out of the room leaving Laurel and Blade chatting about some kind of nail polish for dogs. I was almost glad to get away.
“Yeah?” I answered Iron’s call.
