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I smiled and finally found my tongue. “You didn’t need to tell me twice. It’s just so unexpected,” I said, holding out my left hand as a warm, giddy sensation took over my body.

Mason grinned and slid the ring onto my finger. “I brought Martha and Travis into town so we could celebrate with them later. Martha said she got confused and almost spoiled the surprise. She thought I’d already proposed,” he said, looking down at the diamond as it gleamed in a ray of sunlight.

“I had no idea,” I said, my face threatening to split in two from how much I was beaming. “She covered it pretty well.”

“Good. Now… what was it you were saying about that log?” Mason asked, eyes twinkling devilishly.

I laughed and playfully slapped his chest. “You’re so bad.”

“Only for you, baby girl.” He wrapped his arms around my waist again, forehead dropping to mine. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I murmured. “So much.”

As he towered over me, staring down at me with so many emotions swirling in his eyes, I inwardly prayed that he would complete the moment by kissing me. He fulfilled my desire immediately, encircling his fingers around my neck as he pressed his mouth onto mine.

He opened his lips, tongue pushing in and dancing with mine. I held his stubbled jaw in my hands, kissing him deeper and hotter, sucking his tongue hungrily. My insides clenched, and when I finally pulled away, my panting breaths and the hot pink flush of my skin wordlessly begged him to take more of me.

Please,my hungry eyes demanded. Fuck me.

Mason taunted me, grinding his hardness against my belly, teeth nipping at one earlobe. One hand slowly moved down to the front of my jeans and unclasped the top button, and I gasped as his fingertips drew delicious circles on top of my underwear, making me clench even harder around nothing. I wanted him so much it hurt.

Mason suddenly flipped me around and bent me over the log before wrenching my jeans and panties down my thighs. My nails scraped against the wood as I held on tight, gritting my teeth.

Perhaps I should feel filthy or ashamed, since I was half naked with my ass in the air on an old trail out in the swamps, but I didn’t care. There had never been anything particularly elegant or sweet or soft about our sex. It had always been rough and dirty. Just how we liked it.

Mason shoved two fingers in my pussy, curling them against my G-spot. He thrust cruelly, making me whimper and squirm as my knees scraped against the log.

“Please,” I cried out. I wanted more. I wanted it harder.

Mason’s cock replaced his fingers, and I tightened my grip on the log, melting quickly and hotly, moaning like mad. My muscles tensed and my toes curled as he moved behind me, filling me with unbearable warmth, and a climax quickly descended on me, sweeping me over the edge until I screamed and gasped for air.

He kept fucking me, taking me to greater heights until we were both sore and spent, panting for air as we collapsed on the mossy ground.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” Mason said, slinging an arm over my shoulder. Before I could reply, his lips crushed mine in another scorching kiss.

When we finally broke the embrace, I curled into his arms as we sat by the log, watching the pretty birds flit amongst the trees. Out here, we could forget about the rest of the world and focus only on ourselves and our beautiful surroundings.

I sighed with contentment as I realized Mason was right earlier. I already thought of this place as the spot where he proposed to me and made me the happiest woman on Earth, rather than the spot he once kidnapped me from.

Even if I never forgot the cruel things he did to me in the past, none of it mattered anymore. He was forgiven, wholly and utterly, because he was my hero. When I was on the verge of giving up, he brought me back from the teetering edge and dragged me out of the darkness. Time and time again, he saved me, risking life and limb without any regard for himself.

Before all of this happened, I was broken-down and aimless. I was exhausted, anxious and miserable all the time, haunted by my years as a victim of my father and the cult. Then Mason took me and built me back up. He showed me that I wasn’t actually a victim.

I was a survivor.

I never thought I could be so strong, never thought I could be happy after everything I’d gone through, but I knew better now, and it was all because of him. He set me on the right path and guided me through the hardest parts with the sheer strength of his love, and the cultists who once tortured me had been wiped out thanks to his powerful devotion and dogged resilience. The terrible men were gone and it was finally all over.

As for Mason and me?

We’d only just begun.

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