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She cried out as I thrust faster, cradling her in my arms to keep her safe, all while ravaging her.

“More,” she moaned. “Let go. Be free…with me.”

I snarled and did exactly as she commanded.

I stopped worrying and started living. I grabbed her nape and dragged her into me, kissing her hard and deep.

We rode each other violently, chaotically. We were wet and messy and slightly unhinged.

And I’d never been so turned on.

Never been this free or this happy.

I couldn’t catch my breath as I found her clit and rubbed.

Her back arched the second I found the right spot. Her legs snapped around mine, forcing me to switch from deep long pumps into savage little pulses. “Oh God!Yes, right there.”

I captured her lips in another kiss. I plunged my tongue into her mouth in sync with plunging between her legs.

It’d taken a mask to accept that I wasn’t okay with being the boy next door anymore. I wanted to slay her nightmares, carry her through her hardships, and fight off every motherfucker who ever laid an unconsented hand on her.

And I wanted to do it as her husband.

Her nails punctured my ass, riding with me as I rode her.

Every rut and grind of my hips, she matched me.

“Z!” Her pussy locked around my cock, her legs spasmed around my hips, and the delicious heat of her orgasm milked me in clenching waves.

I lost everything that made me human.

I only lived to make her happy.

To be hers.

My answering orgasm tangled full of agony and exquisite intensity.

My heartbeat thundered as aching need pushed me over the edge.

We clawed and snarled and rocked and fucked, and every shackle of loneliness fell away as my soul ceased to be mine and became hers instead.

A lifetime of being promised each other.

A childhood of fighting such a stupid decree.

Followed by the unarguable knowledge that our ghosts were right, we were destined, and now we were finally exactly where we belonged.

Together.

* Epilogue *

Sailor

Can’t Fight Destiny

I STOOD AT THE TOP OF the quaint little church with the sun beaming through stained-glass windows. Pews full of young and old neighbours from Ember Drive watched us with bated breath, and the ghosts of the North and Rose family watched me pledge my life and love to the boy next door.

Two months since he proposed and now he had me at the altar.

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