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“Yourdirty wife,” I reply with a sly grin.

“You love your husband’s cock, don’t you?”

My hold on him tightens, and the pleasure starts to crescendo again. “Yes,” I cry out. “I love my husband’s cock.”

He pounds harder, dragging me off the counter entirely. I’m barely hanging on as he fucks me, tossing me around like his rag doll. Another orgasm detonates inside me, and I let out a scream, clutching my legs around him tighter.

He lets out a guttural roar as his own climax rolls over him. His cock shudders inside me as I wrap my arms around his neck, holding tight to him as we ride out these waves of pleasure together.

Finally, once his cock is spent, he rests me back on the counter and peppers kisses all over my chest and neck, and face.

“I love you,” he whispers with each one, and I swear I could die of happiness right here.

All this time, I was afraid Killian would move on without me, or that I was the one dragging him down. Instead, I managed to guide him out of the hell he had been living in. And I didn’t even know it.

“I love you,” I whisper in return.

“I mean it, Sylvie,” he says, lifting his eyes to my face. “I’mhere, and I’m all yours. For as long or as much as you want me.”

A smile stretches across my face as I pull his lips to mine. “I want you forever, Killian.”

“Good,” he mumbles into the kiss.

When he finally eases out of me, I can already feel the warm cum sliding out of me. With a wicked grin, he leans down and pushes it back in. I bite my bottom lip as I watch him.

“Then you keep this,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “Forever.”

Chapter Forty-One

Killian is outstretched on my bed, naked on his stomach, and I can’t seem to stop staring at him. He’s really here. It feels impossible but incredible at the same time.

“Stop watching me sleep. It’s creepy,” he mumbles into the pillow.

“Get over it,” I reply.

“Were you really that surprised?” he asks, sounding half asleep.

“Yes,” I say emphatically. “It’s been so long I was starting to assume you were just trying to figure out a nice way to get rid of me.”

He groans as he hooks an arm around my waist and tugs me nearer to him. “You’re still my wife, Sylvie. I’m not just going toget rid of you.”

“Technically…” I start, about to point out the fact that we are neither real nor fake married anymore.

“Don’t say it,” he groans. “We will be fixing that as soon as I recover from this bloody jet lag.”

“What?” I snap, staring at him in shock. “Getting married?”

“Yes,” he mumbles.

I let out a gasp as I try to move away. “You’re not even going to ask me first?”

“I don’t need to ask you,” he complains.

“Why not?” I shriek.

“Because I know what you’ll say. What the fuck is the point of asking?”

“To be romantic!” I try to climb off the bed, but he doesn’t let me get far. Holding me around my waist, he pins me down to the bed, shifting his weight on top of me. I let out a howl of laughter as I struggle to get away, but he’s too strong.

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