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“But you do Kian, every day. I am the happiest I’ve ever been since being with you.” I take his face between my hands and raise up on my knees, “I used to come here alone, and paint, and it was enough. Then I met you and realized enough doesn’t quite cut it anymore. You were what is missing from my picture. Now it’s complete.”

He wraps his hands around me, and utter happiness and completion wash over me.

We pack up our picnic and head home. When we make it back, I feel playful and ask, “So, twenty-nine, can you still party or do you want to go to sleep?”

“Are you calling me old?” He sounds offended, and I raise my hands in front of my face so he won’t see me laughing.

He strides to me and gathers me in his arms before throwing me onto the bed. In no time, he is naked, and then he is on me, my clothes flying around the room. He tickles me and blows raspberries on my belly. He stops when I beg for mercy. The light atmosphere changes to heady with carnal need.

“Kian, please.” My hands lift to his face, and I plant a kiss on his lips.

He takes my hand, brings it to his mouth, and trails kisses from my wrist up the inside of my arm.

“I love how pretty you beg for my cock.”

He torments me with his dick gliding up and down my pussy lips, but it’s not enough. It never is. I arch on the bed, needing his touch.

“Look how wet you are,” he says, spreading me with his fingers, and I get even wetter.

“Now!” I demand, and finally he guides himself to my slick entrance.

“My pussy.”

“Yours,” I moan as he thrusts inside me, and I crumple the sheets. The bed rocks as we claim each other, and my head falls back.

“How’s that for old?” he groans, thrusting faster, deeper, and I moan loudly.

He stops and pulls out, but before I can complain about the emptiness inside me, he shifts me onto my belly and grips my thighs. I peek at him over my shoulder, his heated gaze entrapped by the sight of my exposed body. He spanks one of my butt cheeks, then the other, the light sting revving me up more.

“Still making fun of me?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

A string of moans escape my lips when he starts switching between light spanks on my ass to playing with my clit. I won’t just come; I am going to explode.

I’m getting close from his hands on me when suddenly he stops touching me. He pulls my bandana from my head and grabs both my arms, tying my hands behind my back. I’m on my stomach with my ass in the air, face in the pillow, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this? You at my mercy, restrained by your own bandana.”

He drives his face into my pussy, and at the overload of pleasure, I moan in the pillow until my throat gets hoarse. My orgasm rips through me like a volcano erupting, teleporting me somewhere else, where I am not made of flesh and bones, but of air.

Once I come down, I tilt my head to look at him, and he licks my come from his lips. Our eyes lock. It’s complete intimacy and raging passion. It’s us.

“I’m going to brand you in every way possible. You’re mine. Today, tomorrow, for however long I am on this earth.” He slams his dick inside me to cement his vow, and he dips his finger into my ass.

I come again from the double penetration, and he comes all over my ass.

“This day gets better and better, angel.” His hand wraps around my nape, and he drags me to his chest. “I fucking love you.”

Chapter 26

Kian

I wake up next to her, her curls tickling my chest. I look at my woman, wrapped in sheets and nothing else. She’s rooted so deep inside me, I can’t imagine life without her. And I would kill to protect that. Every day I spend with her, it’s as if I allow myself to be happy, to enjoy and love, and I keep my demons at bay. That’s my greatest achievement; to live with the demons, without them tearing me apart.

She burrows herself in my chest, and I caress her bare skin. A smile lifts the corners of her lips, and my heart leaps into a sprint. I want her day in and day out. She is it for me. And I know what I have to do.

My cell rings, and as I pick it up, I shove a growl back when I see it’s my mother.

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