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I stay still for a long moment, giving her time to adjust as we kiss and touch, just reveling in the moment. Once she's shifting restlessly beneath me and whimpering, I push forward again, not stopping until my hips rest against hers.

"Are you good, baby?"

"No. I need more," she begs, tipping her face up to me. "Please, Declan."

I don't fuck her. I make love to her. My hands and lips don't leave her skin as I glide in and out of her perfect body. The pleasure grows with every thrust. Her sounds grow louder, too. The way she feels beneath me, the way that perfect fucking cunt grips me, and those perfect sounds all work together to drive me out of my mind.

I thrust deeper and harder, in a race to get her there before I lose it.

"Give it to me, Rebel," I growl, slipping my hand between our bodies as my balls draw up. "Come for me so I can give you my baby."

"Declan," she gasps, her eyes flying to mine.

"I know you want it." I press my forehead to hers, running my thumb in circles around her clit. "I see the way your eyes light up every time you see a baby. You can't wait to have my kids, can you?"

"No," she whimpers. "I w-want that so bad."

"You think you're the only one? If I don't see you pregnant with my kid soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind, Pen." I grind my thumb against her clit, imagining her pregnant with my kid. Jesus. How many times have I thought about it? Gotten myself off thinking about getting her pregnant like this? Too damn many. "Come on my cock so I can give us both what we want."

I grind my thumb against her clit again, pumping my hips into hers.

She shouts my name, coming all over me.

I groan, leaning down to press my lips to her ear to ensure she hears me.

"I love you, Penelope Draco. Christ, I love you," I whisper as I follow her over the edge, writhing in ecstasy.

She sobs my name, her nails embedded in my skin and her perfect pussy milking my cock. I bury my face in her throat, breathing her in as I claim her womb, and she claims every piece of my soul.

Chapter Six

Pen

"Ilove you," Declan whispers, slipping his hand into mine outside of the studio before practice.

I tip my head back to look up at him. "I love you too."

"Are you nervous?"

"About telling Saint and Jace about us?" I laugh quietly. "No. Why?"

"Just making sure." He hooks his finger through my waistband, hauling me up against him. "I don't want you to feellike I'm forcing you into anything here. I just don't want to hide us. We've done enough of that shit."

"I know." I smile up at him. "I'm not worried about Saint and Jace, Declan. They already know how I feel about you anyway."

"Yeah? You think so?"

I nod, positive they do. Declan is the only one who didn't know. But we're all on the same page now.Finally.

It's strange. Yesterday, I dreaded practice, but today, I feel like I'm walking on cloud nine.

The two of us stayed up most of the night, talking and making love. Every muscle in my body aches in the best possible ways.

I can't wait to spend the rest of my life waking up in his arms every day. There's just something so right about it. It wasn't awkward or stilted at all. Everything feels natural…as if this is exactly what we're supposed to be doing. We just took a little longer to get here out than we should have. But maybe that isn't necessarily a bad thing.

He was absolutely worth the wait. And even if we weren't together like this, he spent every day of the last five years by my side. I got to learn him and love him in a different way every day for five years. Now, we get to skip all the awkward phases and go straight to the happily-ever-after part. I'm not mad about that.

I don't think Saint and Jace will be, either. If anyone will be rooting for the two of us, it's them. They love both of us. The want us happy. If we're happy together, they'll support us.

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