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"Pierce," she gasps, panting heavily. "Oh fuck… oh fuck." She clasps my face with both hands and drags me down for a kiss that steals my breath as she clenches her heated core around my cock. I nearly come right there and then. She tries to hook one leg around my hips, but she's still boneless from her orgasm. I lean back, hook that leg over my elbow and press forward so that her knee raises up toward her chest.

The new position makes her eyes widen and her fingers dig into the sides of my neck as my cock slides an inch deeper. She takes a breath as if to speak and I can't hold back any longer, so all that spills out of her mouth is a loud moan as I start to thrust.

Both my knees brace on the bed and I fuck her hard and fast, pouring everything I have into her. It's as if every thrust can prove to her how much I missed her, how much I yearned for her, and how deeply I love her. As if every rapid pound of my hips that draws whimpers from her throat will somehow carve that yearning into her bones so she will never, ever forget how much she consumes me.

She owns me. I burned down the city for her. I exterminated an entire family without a second thought, and I would do it again and again if it meant keeping her safe.

"Oh fuck," Layla chants over and over, her voice trembling from the force of my thrusts. She claws me forward until we're chest to chest, and her nails anchor into my back, holding on for dear life as I fuck her harder. Once I have the rhythm that makes her tremble the hardest, I maintain it while my balls throb and my lower back aches from my own restraint. I want to come. I want to claim her, but not until she's done the same to me.

Sweat gleams down my back and warms the crook of her neck where my face ends up. I kiss where I can reach, lavishing attention over her racing pulse point and sucking a dark mark into her skin until she starts to toss her head back and forth. Her entire body begins to vibrate while her core rhythmically tightens around my cock, and then she comes with a loud cry that I muffle halfway through with a deep, devouring kiss.

Only then do I increase my pace, fucking her in short, shallow thrusts until I reach my own end and finally spill inside her with a cry that she swallows down bit by bit. My cock twitches, my balls tighten and utter bliss spills through me as my come fills her and our kiss breaks. As I drop my head back to her shoulder, she peppers kisses over the side of my face and cradles my head until I flop to the side with a tired pant.

"Fuck," Layla murmurs, wincing slightly. "That was…"

"Too much?" I ask between gasps, drawing her into my arms.

She rolls into me and cuddles into my chest, so I wrap her up tightly with my arms and drape one leg over her hip to keep her utterly against me.

"Amazing," Layla murmurs. "Not enough. I want more."

"More?" My lips find her brow. "You can have me whenever you want me."

"Always," she whispers. With her hands caught between us, she drums her fingertips lightly against my chest, and we lie there, simply catching our breath and enjoying each other's warmth through the twitching, tingling post-orgasm haze.

Then, words form on my tongue before I can fully think them through.

"Marry me, Layla."

"What?"

"I want to marry you. I want to make you mine. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I want you to be mine in every way that I can have you and I want to do it properly. You deserve to have that. You deserve that moment. I want you with me for the rest of my life." I lean back just enough to catch her glittering gaze. "Marry me, Layla."

She stares up at me with wide, surprised eyes still blown dark from lust, and then a small smile spreads across her lips.

"Yes," she whispers and she kisses my chin. "I'll marry you. Yes. Yes!"

My heart soars and I tighten my grip on her as our lips meet.

She is mine. She will always be mine.

39

LAYLA

Sun-warmed sand presses between my toes, the music of waves rolling and crashing over one another drifts through the air, and golden rays graze across my bare arms as I stand at the bottom of white stairs that lead to an even whiter sandy beach on the coast of Laucala Island.

A warm breeze rushes past, kissing my skin and lifting at the sheer, flowing skirt of my dress. I spent hours painstakingly designing it to ensure it was as comfortable for me as it was as far from the hideous fluff Trik forced me into over three months ago.

This dress is hand-made to my exact specifications and fits like a glove, with a corset to cinch my waist and sheer silk straps that rise from a sweetheart neckline. From the corset, miles upon miles of sheer fabric caress down my legs to my ankles. My favorite thing about the dress is the gradient colors from top to bottom. Pinks and purples melt into blues and yellows. Hardly a traditional wedding dress, but it’s one that feels like me, and that's all that matters.

Pierce wants to marry me.

I want to marry him.

He flew us out to Laucala Island, set us up in a gorgeous private beach house, and has accepted my every whim to give me the wedding of my dreams. I used to think such a thing wasn't for me, but now I know I just didn't believe someone could love me as much as he does. He's given me everything: safety, security, love, and a life I can be proud of while Madeline flourishes under her new protections.

The newest being the two-month-old puppy that tumbles after her down the beach, ears flying as wildly as her summer dress. Pierce assures me that the dog will grow up with her and serve as just as much protection as the men and women who dot the beach with all eyes focused on our safety. It's hard to imagine, when it can barely run without stepping on its own ears, but Maddie loves the thing and that's all I can ask for.