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The woman I love. The bond we’ve created. The children we cherish.

“What are you thinking about?” She says, kicking off her sweats. My eyes sweep over her naked body hungrily, from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her stomach…perfection.

“You,” I climb on, finding room in her arms. “You,” I repeat as I kiss her again, drawing her in slowly and deliberately, relearning and willingly giving. I press kisses across her collarbone, sighing as she threads her fingers through my hair.

“I love you, Natalie Monroe.”

Her gasp is caught between a sound of happiness and pleasure as my mouth closes over her nipple and my hand runs between her thighs, sinking into her. She rides my hand, rocking and arching with moans that fall like soft rain around us.

When she reaches for the buttons on my shirt, I let it fall willingly, grunting when her hands go lower, reaching into places whereskin meets skin.Where nothing matters but the sound of her moans that fuel a hunger from deepwithin.

“So fucking good, “ I murmur, marking her with my breath hot against her skin. “God,Natalie.” I exhale shakily, pulling back to look into her eyes.

My voice is a low growl as my gaze rakes over and drinks her in. Marvels at her presence in my arms. “You’re a dream that shouldn’t exist in reality.”

“I’m here, though,” she whispers, her eyes bright with love—that I still don’t deserve—and arms wrapping around my neck, gently wrapping me in her embrace.

She is.

Despite everything, Natalie is here. A pure beacon of light washing over me.

I sink low, kissing every inch of her skin, palming her curves, and spreading her thighs to pleasure her. She buckles under my touch and back arches off the bed as she comes… hard and breathless.

In her, I find warmth.

Home.

Hearth.

Three things I never thought I could own. I thought the darkness was mine to dwell in—closed drapes and shut doors until I caught a glimpse of her that day. Now she’s everything I need. She’s the light at the end of the tunnel, the place I want to come home to.

Stepping away from the bed, I strip off the last shred of clothing I have on. A soft, pleased smile curves Natalie’s lips, and she rests on her arms, gazing at me.

“Have I ever told you that you look so handsome without clothes on?” She asks.

I climb onto the bed, settling between her legs that welcome me close, my eyes blazing with intent. “I love you,” I murmur, rough against her ear.

Then I’m inside her, moving with a primal urgency that sends both of us into stillness before the rush pushes us over the edge.

Epilogue

Ethan

“Take a deep breath,” Danielle, Natalie’s best friend, places a hand on my shoulder as I pace the grounds, casting a glance at the arch leading into the smaller garden. “You’re going to be fine, I promise.”

She abandons me when I don’t take her advice, going to sit and shoving a grape into her mouth and muttering something under her breath.

I catch a couple of words: “Mafia… scared? Strange.”

It makes me chuckle, breaking the tension for a moment. I’ve never been nervous about anything in my life, not even when my company and inheritance were at stake.

Planning a perfect proposal, on the other hand? I can feel the sweat beads dottedon my forehead.

“If you want to worry about something,” Danielle calls out, “then you should spend your mental energy thinking of how to stop the waterworks when they begin.”

Right.I stop, whirling around with my shoulders squared in attention. “What do you suggest I do?”

She shrugs. Shoves another grape into her mouth. “I wish I could offer some magic trick, but if you keep a bunch of tissues on hand, you’ll keep your shirt dry for a couple of hours.”

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