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I save the best for last, plunging three fingers knuckle-deep in her as I lave her clit. Crooking them just right, I paint her spasming walls with my initials, my mark. A preview of the matching tattoo I plan to inscribe on her hip. Branding her mine for all time.

She comes hard, drenching my face and chest in her sweet nectar. I lap up every drop like a man dying of thirst, focused on her pleasure.

When I finally surge up her body and sheathe myself in her clenching heat, it's with a singular purpose. To merge our bodies as completely as our souls, fuse us into one. She shatters on a broken scream, milking my orgasm from me in pulsing jets. I fill her to the brim, grinding against her cervix as I empty every drop.

We cling to each other after, hands roaming sweat-slicked skin and tangling in mussed hair. Secrets and promises are whispered between languid kisses, plans for our future.

"We should do it soon," Ginetta sighs, her head pillowed on my chest. "The wedding. I don't want to wait."

"I'd drag you to city hall right fucking now if I didn't know you deserved better," I tell her honestly, running a hand down her spine. "All those wedding magazines you keep under the bed, the Pinterest boards...I know you've been dreaming about your perfect day for a long time, tesoro. And I want to give you that. The dress and the flowers and the fucking doves, whatever you want. I want to see you walking down the aisle to me, a vision in white."

She sniffles and burrows closer, a small hand over my heart. "My perfect day is any day that ends with me being your wife," she vows. "The rest is just details."

And fuck, if that doesn't hit me right in the chest. I tighten my arms around her, blinking against the sudden burn in my eyes. "Have I mentioned how fucking perfect you are?" I rasp, my throat tight. "And how unbelievably lucky I am?"

"Mmm, you could stand to mention it a few more times," she teases, tilting her head up to brush a sweet kiss over my chin. "But I'm the lucky one. I can't believe I get to keep you forever."

"Forever," I echo, rolling the word around in my mouth like a fine wine. Savoring the taste of our future, bright and full of promise.

We fall asleep just like that, tangled up in each other. And for the first time in longer than I can remember, I'm not plagued by nightmares or memories best left in the dark. The demons are silent, chased away by the angel in my arms.

In the drowsy, perfect space between dreaming and waking, I vow to spend the rest of eternity earning this bliss. Protecting it. Protecting her.

My heart, my home.

My beginning and my end.

Epilogue

Ginetta

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"Hold still or I'm going to stick you with a pin!"

I try to control my fidgeting as Natalie flutters around me, putting the final touches on my dress. My wedding dress. The thought sends a thrill zinging through me, chased by giddy butterflies. In less than an hour, I'll be walking down the aisle to Dante. My fiancé, my love. My future.

God, how is this real? How did I get this lucky?

"Relax, babe," Mia soothes, touching up my lipstick with a critical eye. "This is your big day! Your fairytale come true."

I take a deep breath, willing my racing heart to settle. They're right. Marrying Dante...it feels as inevitable as the turn of the earth, the pull of the tides. He's in my blood, my bones. The other half of me.

No, these nerves dancing beneath my skin aren't cold feet. They're anticipation. Lust. Because as much as I'm dying to be Dante's wife, to build a life with him...I'm also dying to consummate our marriage in the filthiest ways imaginable.

It's been twenty-four hours since I last felt his hands on me, his cock splitting me open. An eternity. Even last night, relegated to separate beds...I ached for him. Tossed and turned for hours, desperate for his touch. His heat and hardness filling me up, taking me over.

And that growly phone call, his voice dripping sin in my ear...

"Can't fucking sleep without you, amore," he'd rasped. "Keep thinking about that tight little body under mine. I'm hard as steel picturing you spread out, begging for my cock."

I squeeze my thighs together now, my clit throbbing. Twelve hours without him and I'm sparking at the slightest provocation. I'm dying for him to pin me down tonight and take me every way imaginable, until pleasure borders on pain. I want the ache of his possession for days, branding me as his.

"Damn girl, your man isn't even here and you're already flushed," Mia observes, fanning herself dramatically. "I can practically feel the horny coming off you in waves."

I go scarlet as Nat cackles, waggling her brows. "Hope you packed those bachelorette handcuffs! You're gonna set that suite on fire tonight."

The wicked image of Dante cuffing me to the bed, teasing me for hours...

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