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“Calvin, oh god,” I moan, my fingers fisting in his hair as my hips cant up, seeking more. He obliges, sealing his lips around my clit and sucking gently as he eases two fingers inside me. The dual sensations send me rocketing toward the edge, my thighs beginning to shake.

He works me tirelessly, his fingers curling and stroking as his tongue swirls and flicks, driving me higher and higher until I'm teetering on the brink, my body wound tight as a bowstring.

“That's it, baby,” he murmurs against my slick flesh. “Let go for me as my wife. I've got you.”

The ‘wife’ part is my undoing. With a sharp cry, I shatter, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Calvin gentles me through it, easing me down from the peak with soft licks and tender kisses until I'm boneless and sated.

“Mmm. My wife tastes so good,” he murmurs, kissing his way back up my body, taking his time to nuzzle each of my breasts before claiming my mouth in a searing kiss.

“I need you,” I breathe, my hands fumbling with his belt. “Now, Calvin, please.”

“Now, what?”

“Husband. Now, husband. Please.”

“Mmm. That’s better,” he rasps, helping me as together, we remove the last barriers between us until we're skin to skin, his hard length pressing insistently against my thigh. Calvin braces himself over me, the tendons in his shoulders standing out as he holds himself in check.

“I knew the moment I saw you at a game that you were going to be my wife,” he says, brushing the tip of his nose to mine.

I bite the inside of my bottom lip and smile, the mix of arrogance and affection in his words are really getting me going. “Is that so? You figured you could just claim me like that?” I tease, my voice a sultry whisper, getting lost in his warm, honeyed gaze.

His lips curl into that signature smirk, the one that sends my heart into a frenzied dance. “I think the fact you’re wearing my ring on your finger, taking my name as your own and have your legs spread wide, welcoming me home says that yes, I can claim you like that.”

“Touché,” I murmur, my pulse racing not just from desire, but from the thrill of our new life together. He is everything I ever wanted—strong, fierce, and delightfully possessive. It’s intoxicating to be wanted like this, to have the man I can’t get enough of professing how much he desires me too.

“I love you, Olivia,” he says, his voice thick as his cock toys with my entrance. “More than anything in this world.”

Tears prick my eyes at the raw honesty in his gaze. “I love you too, Calvin. Forever.”

And then he's sliding home, filling me, completing me in a way only he can. We move together, our bodies finding that perfect rhythm that's always been effortless between us. It's slow and sweet, a physical manifestation of the vows we made to each other just hours ago. With every roll of his hips, every slide of hisskin against mine, he tells me wordlessly just how much I mean to him.

The pleasure builds between us, growing in intensity until we're both panting, clinging to each other as we climb higher and higher. When Calvin slips a hand between us to circle my clit, I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

“Calvin!” I gasp, the sound escaping my lips like a prayer. “I’m so close!”

“Come with me,” he demands, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I want to feel you squeezing the fuck out of my cock on our wedding night.”

A few more thrusts, the perfect grind of his pubic bone against me, and I'm flying apart, shattering into a million glittering pieces.

“Callllllviiiiiiin!”

He follows me over the edge with a hoarse shout of my name, his hips stuttering as he empties himself deep inside me. We collapse together, sweat-slicked and trembling. Calvin gathers me close, pressing soft kisses to my hair, my temple, anywhere he can reach. I burrow into his embrace, sated and content in a way I've only ever felt with him.

“I can't believe you're really mine,” he murmurs, his right hand finding my left. “That this ring means I get to keep you.”

I smile against his chest, loving the way he likes to toy with the rings on my wedding finger. “Believe it, Calvin. I'm yours, in every way that matters. Just like you're mine.”

He tightens his arms around me, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek. A heart that belongs to me, just as mine belongs to him.

As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I marvel at how perfectly everything worked out. We may not have taken the easy path, but we chose each other. And I’ve no doubt we’ll do just that again and again.

Sometimes the biggest risks lead to the greatest rewards. And Calvin Barrett? He's the best risk I ever took.

EPILOGUE 2 - CALVIN

Five years later...

I'm still grinning from another solid practice session as I make my way to the Nighthawks' family center. My ankle hasn't given me trouble in years, thanks to Olivia’s expertise. At forty-two, I'm officially the oldest active player in the NHL, and showing no signs of slowing down.

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