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“Fuck, I love how you feel when you come.”

Rubbing my thumb lightly over her clit, I bring her over the edge again. And again. Every orgasm building stronger than the last as she slowly works me to my release.

But it’s not enough.

“I need to fuck you,mo chéadsearc,”I grit. “I want you screaming and clenching around me when I fill this tight little hole.”

She glances up at me through her thick lashes. Her lust-fueled need is more than enough of an answer, and without waiting for her to speak, I drive into her. Driving hard and fast, her alreadytight cunt begins to squeeze relentlessly around my cock as she rides a string of never-ending orgasms.

“Open. Your. Eyes,” I grunt through thrusts as she struggles through her explosive release. “Watch me…give you…what…you’re begging...for.” My cock twitches as she squeezes blissfully around me, milking my cock as I unload in her until our cum begins to trickle from her. I pull from her slowly, ensuring every bit of my release stays inside of her. Removing her cuffs one at a time, I pepper the skin with soft kisses before laying each of her tired limbs on the bed.

Crawling beside her, I pull her into me and kiss over her neck and the back of her shoulder. “I love you, Dec,” she mutters groggily.

“I love you,mo chéadsearc.”” I whisper against her ear.

She stirs slightly and mumbles, “You can’t.” Her words are so slow and heavy as she clearly fights against exhaustion.

“Don’t worry,” I kiss at the crook of her shoulder, “I’m only staying until you fall asleep. The next time I see you, you’ll be walking toward me at the altar. Making me the happiest man alive."

CHAPTER FORTY

QUINN

I can’t believe this is happening…

I spent years of my life dreaming about marrying Declan and becoming Mrs. Quinn Evans. The path we took to get here was tumultuous and full of heartache, but we’re here. It looks different from what I had imagined—a ready-made family—but I wouldn’t trade that little girl for anything.

“Quinn?” Tristan knocks on the door and cracks it slightly. “Are you decent? Or am I going to get an eyeful when I come in?”

“You’re justgoing to have to takeyour chances,” I chuckle.

“Tátúgohálainn,” Tristan marvels as he enters the room. “Absolutely beautiful, Mrs. Evans. I’ve never seen you happier.”

“Stop,” I sniffle, rapidly blinking to hold back the tears as Tristan closes the distance between us. “You’re going to make me cry, and this makeup took forever.”

“I wouldn’t want to do that.” He gives me a tender hug and kisses my forehead. “I’m taking Layla, Fiona, and Declan to the church. Conor, Finn, and Rory are waiting for you downstairs.”

“Is the armed convoy really necessary?” I huff.

“It’s the only way he’s willing to let you out of his sight.” Tristan places a soft kiss on my cheek. “We’ll see you at the church, beautiful.”

“Let them know I’ll be ready in about five minutes,” I call to Tristan as he walks toward the door.

Standing before the mirror, I glance atmyappearance while I wait for Declan to leave the house. Having such little time to pull this together, I am still in awe of the dress Layla found. It’s classic and modest, with a full tulle skirt that makes me feel like a princess. The spaghetti-strapped lace bodice ties at the back, making it fit like a glove without needing to deal with the hassle of fittings and alterations, even if we’d had time.

It’s the perfect finishing touch for this fairytale.

I garner Finn’s attention first. His eyes rake over my body as I walk down the stairs, and he exclaims, “You’re a rightfeek!”

“Too fucking beautiful for Declan. But you always were,” Conor croons, taking my hand at the landing. He pulls me close, places a kiss against my cheek, and whispers. “And too good for him. Too good for all of us.”

“I love you too, Conor,” I kiss his cheek.

“This is fucking bullshit,” Finn teasingly huffs. “First Layla, now Quinn. You’ll probably wind up scoring Liam’sgirl, too.”

Slipping from Conor’s light embrace, I step closer to Finn. I stand on my tippy-toes and place a chaste kiss at the corner of his lips. “And I love you too, Finnigan.”

Arm in arm with both of them, they walk me to the two SUVs waiting in the driveway. “You’re going to ride with Rory,” Conor informs me. “Finn and I will be in the SUV behind you to watchthe cars around you.”

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