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“Yes,” she pleaded, as he slid her panties off. There was the sound of a zipper coming down and she squirmed, knowing what was coming.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.” Her breath was coming in short gasps. She was so completely aroused she couldn’t lie still. Tiny shudders of delicious anticipation left her quaking. This was her man, and he was about to claim her in the most primitive way possible.

When he mounted her, her whole world turned upside down. She heard him inhale roughly, and then he was inside her. She was so soaked, he slid in easily, stretching her to accommodate his size.

She was in heaven. Floating in glorious ecstasy. He filled her to capacity, and she didn’t know it was possible to feel such a rush of emotions all at once.

Need. Desire. Love.

It all tumbled from her lips in one soft moan. She thought her heart had just burst with happiness.

His rhythm was smooth, hypnotic, and before long she was flying higher and higher, crying out his name with each delicious thrust. She heard him groan as his hips slammed against her ass, driving as deep into her as he could.

With each stroke he sent her stratospheric, until she couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Oh, God,” she sobbed, as with one last surge she felt him unleash inside her. The heat sent her careening into space, and she heard herself screaming out with pleasure.

Afterwards, he collapsed on top of her, and she could feel his heart thumping through her back. His hands snaked underneath her and he held her tightly, warm in his embrace, until their pulses had returned to normal.

They lay there together, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the quiet of the night settle around them. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right. Everything felt complete.

And as Thorn drifted off to sleep, her head resting against Damian’s chest, she knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they’d face them together—stronger, closer, and more in love than ever before.

CHAPTER 34

Six months later…

They got married under the ancient oak tree.

It was a small wedding, just as they had wanted. Pat walked her down the aisle, his arm solid and reassuring beside hers. The rest of the Blackthorn team was there too—Hawk, Anna, and a couple of the guys from the unit who had become more than just colleagues; they were family.

Damian’s side was smaller, just a few close friends from the boat club and one or two buddies from his academy, people who meant something to him. Damian was rebuilding his company and had committed to spending more time on his charitable foundation, giving back and helping talented kids make something of their lives.

Thorn wore a different dress this time, one made especially for him. It was a delicate, flowing gown of ivory silk that clung to her figure. The bodice was simple yet elegant, with a sweetheart neckline that framed her collarbones, the thin straps resting gently on her shoulders. The back dipped low—just the way he liked it—decorated with intricate lace detailing that added a touch of romanticism.

The look in his eyes as she walked up the aisle on Pat’s arm was everything.

“You look stunning,” he breathed, reaching for her hand. “But then I’ve always loved you in a wedding dress.”

She laughed, her heart fluttering at his words.

They said their vows under the cobalt blue Californian sky, the air tinged with the scent of the sea and the rustle of the oak’s ancient branches above them. There was no one else—just the two of them, promising forever.

“I do,” she said, entwining her fingers with his.

God knows I do.

When it was his turn, his gaze never left her face.

Damian slipped the ring on her finger, the birds sang a melody, and they kissed beside the koi pond.

It was perfect.

Afterward, Anna hugged Thorn tightly, whispering something about how happy she was that they’d found each other. Doug, the best man, clapped Damian on the back, grinning widely. “I’m happy for you, man. I mean it.” Thorn had gotten to know him over the last few months and liked him a lot. He was the kind of guy who told it like it was and had a heart of gold.

Pat had given her the best wedding present ever. “I’m opening a West Coast branch of Blackthorn Security,” he’d told her. “So you can relocate to California.”

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