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The words flutter and explode in my chest as I kiss her. All the happiness I couldn’t feel for the last ten years is back, along with all the hope and all the dreams of what could be.

I never thought this day would come. I stopped wishing for it a long time ago. But here it is. Here she is, the woman of my dreams, soft and willing in my arms, tasting like a new dawn, a new beginning, a new life. A brand new forever. The lasting kind.

EPILOGUE

Three Months Later

Melody

I’m at work, counting the minutes to the end of my shift. Each day for the last three months the minutes that I spend away from Rogue just seem to grow longer and longer. I love my work. But I love spending time with Rogue more. I love getting lost in him, lost in our love, that’s as fresh and new as the first spring morning and as deep as one of those ancient mountain lakes his eyes remind me of.

He only left here two hours ago. He brought me dinner which we ate on the bench outside the ER entrance, because I couldn’t go far in case I was needed. I was, before we could even finish our sandwiches. Unfortunately, because I like nothing more than the quiet times Rogue and I get to spend together. Alone. In bed. Or on the beach. Or anywhere else. Even the hard wooden bench outside the ER.

It’s been a turbulent three months. Blade pulled through with no lasting damage from getting shot. But he’s been talkingmore and more about heading out to look for the love he lost many years ago. The only thing keeping him here is the trouble the Angels are still facing from the Hydra goons and the MC whose president they killed saving me. Rogue’s been putting on a brave face in front of me, not wanting me to worry. But I know he’s worried.

Unholy’s stepped up, though, fitting into his place by Rogue’s side like he was meant to occupy it. He’s still a hard and brooding guy, the darkness to Rogue’s light, and a little scary at times, but he’s growing on me.

I’ve been restocking the suture room for the past hour because I need to keep busy so the minutes will go by faster. The door behind me opens and I turn, expecting to be called into a trauma even though I heard no sirens. Instead, Rogue is grinning at me as he closes the door behind him.

“What are you doing back?” I ask. “Did something happen?”

“Only that I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says as he locks the door. “The bed’s so empty without you.”

I walk over and place my arms around my waist. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either. Every minute feels like an hour.”

“Exactly,” he says. “Are you busy?”

The smirk and the bright green glow of lust and love in his eyes tell me he’s not gonna let me go even if I say I am. It’s almost two AM and quiet. The kind of night that makes me think all is well with the world and nothing bad could ever happen. Or maybe that’s just because of the man in my arms looking at me like I’m the most desirable woman in the whole world.

“I got a little time,” I tell him and smile coyly.

“Good, ‘cause I got something to give you,” he says.

His hands slip down my back to cup my butt as he kisses me deeply, passionately, his hard cock pressing against my belly. I run my hand over it, loving how I can feel it throbbing even through the thick fabric of his jeans.

“Is this it?” I ask, grinning at him.

“All yours,” he says making me moan as he kisses my neck.

Time, space, everything just blends into a perfect, but totally inconsequential thing whenever we’re together and it’s no different now. His kisses turn deeper and harder as I free his cock and stroke it.

And before I know it, my white coat, pants and shirt are lying on the floor and I’m standing before him in just my lacy bra and thong, and no shoes.

He stops kissing me long enough to get a good look, groaning as his eyes trail fire over my skin, leaving sparkling tingles everywhere they touch.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Melody,” he says in a hoarse voice.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say as I slide his jacket off his shoulders and follow it by pulling his t-shirt over his head. He takes over after that, unbuckling his jeans and letting then slide down.

Then he kisses me again, hungrily, like he’s been waiting his whole life to kiss me even though it’s only been a few short moments since we did it last. That’s how everything is with him. Passionate and fiery. Like getting swept up in a tornado. Except when it’s gentle and slow. Then it’s like the wind rippling an untouched lake deep in the woods.

It’s not gonna be slow and gentle tonight.

He picks me up, his lips still on mine as he impales me on his thick cock. He’s giving it to me slow, inch by glorious inch, taking my air, making the last glimpses of the real world disappear in the bliss that is him and I joined.

Without fail, a part of me always feels like I’m giving myself to him for the first time, like I’m a virgin finally shown all the pleasures our bodies can offer us. Especially when he takes meslow and deep, but even when he’s pounding into me like he starts doing now. And all the times in between.

I barely still see his face in the soft, fluid bliss of it all. But I can feel his eyes on me clearly. And they’re seeing me perfectly too. With all my faults. And despite my past, he loves me and wants only me. Just as I want only him. Forever.

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