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“So it almost feels like doing it for the first time together, in a way. If that makes sense? That doesn’t make sense. God I’m stupid.”

“Shhh,” I murmur while moving back up to kiss her on the lips. Only when she melts and moans into my mouth do I take the time to pull away. “Don’t talk about my mate like that.”

That sets her off giggling, and I use the brightened mood to roll on top of her and commence another solid round of kissing. Gwen contentedly softens beneath me and soon enough, both sets of her limbs wind their way around me in cherishing welcome. The adoring contact brews hotter with each passing exchange, and it doesn’t take long for her to start timidly rocking her hips up into me in silent want.

“Gwen,” I whisper between kisses.

“Thorn?”

Just hearing her call my name so tenderly is enough to make me know that I’ve made the right choice.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We both drift our lips along each other’s before meeting once more, and as our tongues mingle, I start to slip myself inside of her. Gwen shudders and gasps into my mouth, and I ease the first stroke into her with care. The silken heat of her wrapped around me definitely stirs my appetite, but I know now that I have all the time in the world to get around to my moreintensepassions. What I want most now is to properly make love to her and make her feel truly cherished.

As such, I focus my attention not on my own interest, but tracking all the subtle signs and reactions her beautiful body has to offer. I feel for every twitch and slackening, I listen for every breath and moan. It feels like worship to admire her to the last intimate detail, and every indication of her bliss just drives me to perfect my lovemaking just for her. Soon enough I’ll know her every inclination, but for now I relish getting to experiment with what patterns seem to please her best.

But I do know enough from our first set of trysts to be able to tell when she’s close to climax. Her walls start to pulse and pound so invitingly, and her breathing gets adorably shallow. That and she tends to grab onto me for dear life. Currently, her heels ram their way into my flank, driving me deeper with each grind.

“Th-Thorn,” she whimpers as she grips into my hair.

“Mhm, I know, doe… You’re almost there…”

A delicate cry chokes out of her at that and she tucks her face into me. I can feel how hot her face is and it’s so sweet how overcome she is. I press a kiss to the top of her head before I push the issue with a few good rolls to stretch and stimulate herjustright.

Gwen gasps against my skin and I feel her start to to unfurl, and the knowledge that I brought her there suddenly hurries my own heat along. I take the time to do a few deep plunges to drive myself over the edge; it’s even more enjoyable seeing how the uptick of intensity during her release shocks her into a deeper level, if her sudden moans are any indication.

Those gorgeous throaty sounds are met with my own grunting sigh as I drain myself into her. She’d assured me that she’s on birth control when we got around to discussing things, but as we collapse into a contented cuddle, I wonder if I’d like for that to remain the case.

Chapter 24 - Gwen

“Want help, doe?”

I glance over my shoulder from where I’m bent over in the fridge to see my husband hovering behind me.

“I suppose I can make use of you if you’re already here,” I deadpan affectionately.

Looking back into the fridge, I carefully negotiate some bottles out of the way to carefully pull the first cake out. It’s a good sized buttercream cake, double dark chocolate and topped with berries and all sorts of pretty fixings.

“Here’s the grown up cake.”

I stand up and we negotiate the confection between us, and I take a moment to admire my mate bustling off to go set it out on our dining room table for our guests. Of course his sister and her family are in attendance. They’re all busy currently crowding around Rowan, with Lily very excitedly chattering in her sweet toddler lisp about getting to have cake soon. The Elm Wood Pack leaders are visiting and comfortably occupy some seats nearby, their own children happily watching the festivities and playing with the little toys I gave them as party favors. Lucas apparently feels a bit outdone by Thorn, because he stands up and hurries towards me like a dog ready to perform a trick if it means he gets a treat.

“Anything I can help with sis?”

I chuckle and pat his cheek.

“You can go sit down, dork. You’ve already helped a lot today. If you keep hovering around me, I’m going to start botheringyouabout settling down. Maybe you should find somenice girl to fuss over instead of your sister one of these days if you’re so restless, hm?”

He fidgets for a moment before obliging me, and I shake my head in fond amusement before I bring out Rowan’s smash cake. It’s a darling thing, only four inches wide. I made it match as closely as I could to the main cake for the guests. But being only a year old, it’s best to give Rowan his own cake for dietary purposes, and to let him make a proper little mess of things. They call them smash cakes for a reason, after all.

I’m beaming brightly as I walk the cake over and see Rowan glance up at me with happy but ignorant interest.

“You’re going to love this honey,” I coo at him, already excited to see his reaction once he properly learns the joy of birthday cakes.

He giggles up at me, but not a moment after everyone has a good laugh when we see him stare with shock at the sweet tower set in front of him on his high chair tray.

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