Page 71 of Make You Mine

It also helps to settle some of my nerves.

She wants this. Even after everything that animal put her through, my girl puts her faith in us.

Til death do us part.And even that won’t be enough.

Ava is my everything. The piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing.

She was born to be mine.

EPILOGUE #1

ELIJAH

Six Months Later...

“Oh, God,” Ava moans, body arching as she rides me. Her hips are picking up speed with each gyration, while a beautiful flush sweeps across her chest. She’s simply breathtaking every day, but when lost in her pleasure, my little baker is ethereal. A motherfucking goddess. “So good. So close, baby.”

Her thighs shake on either side of me, tightening against my hips while those blue eyes remain on mine. They’re heavy-lidded and full of so much love that my chest aches. That my cock throbs against her walls, and my hands clutch her hips, fingers digging in deep.

Her want mirrors my own.

Her hunger is felt down to my bones, and I crave it. That spark. That pulse that flows from our bodies, cocooning us in a battle of love and lust and happiness that I never thought I’d be a part of.

She’s mine, and I am hers. End of.

“Fuck, Ava. That’s it. Squeeze me just like that,” I hiss between clenched teeth, one hand guiding her movements while the other lands a sharp spank. Then another. I alternate each strike in intensity—reveling in the heat coming from her soft skin as each slap blooms and spreads. Moreover, my girl likes it. Loves the bite of pain as my cock grazes her cervix with each upward thrust.

Her hips move faster.

My strokes are harder.

The sound of skin meeting skin is obscene in its beauty, just like her little whimpers. “I’m so close, Papi. God, you own me.”

“I feel you, my pretty love.” I smack her right cheek a final time and then grind her against me, keeping a tight hold—not letting her move—so I can fuck her with brutal pumps of my hips. She lets out a cry, shaking, but I don’t stop. “You feel so good, Ava. I can feel you clench with each stroke—tighten around my cock to keep me buried deep. Is that what you want?”

“Never want this to end.” It’s a breathy whisper. A low, keening sound that settles on the tip of my cock and causes my balls to tighten. I want her full of my come. Soaked in my essence and, hopefully soon, giving me a child.

She’ll be carrying my name. Attached to me for life.

Becoming the mother of my child.

The only woman I swear to love for the rest of this life and any that follow.

“Always.” Slipping a hand between us, I place my thumb over her clit and put just enough pressure that she shakes and throws her head back, a desperate cry slipping past her lips. It’s her tell. That sound gives her away; it’s a delicious warning I revel in each time we’re together. “Look at me.”

At my demand, those beautiful orbs focus on mine, and I see everything I will ever need in them. There’s not a single ounce of doubt in my body that this woman was made for me. A true gift.

My other hand leaves her hip and grasps the back of her neck, pulling her down to me, chest to chest now, as my hips never stop pumping into her. She tightens and tries to match my thrust, to chase the bite of heaven within her reach, but I’m relentless as I circle my finger over that tiny bundle of nerves.

We share a breath.

Lips hovering.

Eyes on each other.

“I love you.” Ava’s tone is just above a whisper before she kisses me, slow and sweet, with every ounce of the love I’m drowning in. “You make me so happy, Elijah. You’ve given me everything.”

“You’re wrong. Not everything.” Adding a bit more pressure, I circle her clit twice and hold still. Her walls pulse, she shivers, and I raise her off my dick until just the tip sits at her opening.

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