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I keep thrusting, giving her my body and soul. “Because I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t ever want this to end.”
Her face softens as her legs tighten. Hooked over my arms, she squeezes them, using her strength to lift and lower her body, taking me. “We won’t ever stop.” She swears to me. “I’m yours, Jace Ryan, forever. So always fuck me until we can’t breathe.”
It’s all I need to hear.
To do.
To feel.
Giving her every inch, every thrust, every grunt, and heartbeat. I don’t know how long I stand here, kissing her and fucking her with an intensity that seizes my soul.
No more kink, dirty talk, or fantasies. It’s so real, raw, and ravishing between us, I dive into Vivian until I can’t breathe. Until I have to come up for air and come so fucking deep inside her, I roar. I shake.
I change and I can’t go back.
I have to unhook her thighs, letting her wrap them around me as I convulse, fearing I may collapse as my dick finally pumps every piece of me inside her.
Our souls aligned.
I’ll fall off a hundred cliffs onto a thousand swords for a million years for my woman.
My queen.
My light.
CHAPTER THIRTY
VIVIAN
My mom used to say,“You have to kiss a few frogs to find your prince.”
Well, I’ve finally found my prince. My ex-Bratva prince. “Goddamn, Smokeshow.” He sighs into my hair.
My hands clasped around his neck, I lean back. “You okay?”
“No.” He grins down at me. “I’m fucking in love with you.”
“I’m fucking in love with you too.” I smile, my heart bursting. “But you say it like it’s abad thing.”
“No, it’s the best thing becausethis…” He hoists my body. I’m still impaled on his erection. I thought it would’ve fallen by now, but apparentlyflaccidisn’t in Jace’s dictionary. “Thisis a done deal.”
“Done?” I ask as he shuffles a few steps and plops my ass down on the countertop.
“Done.” He gazes at where we’re joined before peppering my lips with kisses. “Me inside you. Me loving you. Me never leaving you. It’s done because I told you; you’re mine now, Vivian Tate.”
A flood fills my chest—a rush of love, of family, of a future with him. I can’t see anything else. “I’ll only be yours…” Though I can’t resist the tease. “If you’ll be mine.”
“I belong to you.” Jace is sexy, all postcoital and cute. “Ask Lenny.”
He means our song, our first kiss. Glancing down at our first fuck, where we’re still connected, I point. “Is this ever done too?”
I can feel him stirring inside me, his answer husky. “Yeah. Done. I waited so long for you; I’m never taking my dick out of you.”
“Is that so, my king?” I love saying it, love tracing my fingertip over the ink on his pec. “You’re giving a whole new meaning to ‘his majesty’s splendor’.”
He laughs, jolting his dick inside me. I get flutters… and he gets firm.
“Come on.” Gently, he tugs at what’s left of my dress. “Let’s take this off.”
