Page 34 of Voyage with the Reclusive Billionaire

He doesn’t start slowly. Corvan is thorough, pulling out until his tip barely nudges inside of me before sinking all the way back in. My hand presses down hard on the feather as pleasure rolls through me.

“I love you so fucking much,” he grits out, hips rolling as he readjusts his angle, just as he does with every new thrust. Constantly changing where his cock presses into me. Constantly having pleasure roll down my spine, the proof in the sounds that leave my mouth.

I clench on him as I say back, “I love you, too.”

“You’re mine.” Thrust. My hips arch as he rubs against that spot deep inside of me, and I cry out.

“I’m yours,” I say back, because it’s true. It’s not a possessive thing; it’s a fact. “And you’re mine. My mate.”

“I’m yours.” He doesn’t hesitate to agree, and his thumb rubs circles against my clit.

And it’s too much, just then. Everything with him is heightened. Everything with him is more than I feel I can handle and yet it is everything I need.

I’m coming again before I can even register it, and Corvan thrusts through it, hips rolling before he lowers his head and kisses me, hard and fierce, as he comes, too.

When both our breaths have stabilized, Corvan pulls my hand away from my chest, staring down with a satisfied smile on his face.

I look down, too. And there, just on the skin above my heart and curving across my breast, is a raven’s feather, marked onto my body forever.

Just the way it should be.

Epilogue

Corvan

Eliza’s warm body is curled into mine. She sighs contentedly as she toys with the ring I gave her two years ago, despite me promising her that she could take the damned stolen thing off.

She always swore she never would—other than for getting it sized the week after we got home from that cruise that changed our whole lives.

But I’d finally gotten her a replacement. Designed was more like it, honestly. I’d spent many of my free moments these past two years perfecting it, making it the only ring that deserves to be on her finger.

Though I still have my doubts she’ll give up the other ring.

I wrap my hand around hers and bring it up to my lips, kissing her knuckles gently. She smiles and looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “We should go to bed soon,” she murmurs.

Our bed, because we’d moved in together barely a month after getting off that boat, unable to bear being apart for work and for nearly any other moment. We hadn’t looked back since.

No, we moved into our own house the second we’d found one, rather than staying in my old penthouse that I’d never quite managed to sell during my isolation, and certainly not in her shoebox apartment.

“In a minute,” I say. “First, I just need to make sure that you didn’t think I forgot.”

Her brows furrow. “Forgot what?”

I brush the ring with my finger. “Forgot about this. Your temporary ring.”

She laughs. “Like it or not, Cor, it’s permanent. I’m never getting rid of it.”

“Then let’s at least add one to the collection, yeah?”

“What is it, a ring pop?” Her teasing voice made me smile. “Man, I miss those. Why don’t they make them big enough for adults, too?”

“Not a ring pop.” I shake my head. Then I slide off the couch, pull the ring box out of my pocket, and say, “An engagement ring.”

This wasn’t a lazy proposal, though I know it looks like it is.

This is exactly what Eliza wants. She and Sylvie, who have kept in very close contact since the cruise, have talked about this for a long, long time. Sylvie, who I started putting to the task of figuring out Eliza’s dream proposal for me, the second I realized she and Eliza’s friendship wasn’t going to fade after the cruise.

Sylvie, who had told me that all Eliza wanted was to be alone with her partner. To be somewhere she felt safe. To be surprised.

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