Page 181 of Desperate Actions

She’s looking at me like I hung the stars.

Like I carved the universe just for her.

I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve this—to deserve her—but I swear to fucking God, I will never stop proving I’m worthy of this woman.

"That’s how I felt, too," I confess, voice low, rough with emotion. "Never whole. Not until I had you."

Her breath hitches.

I tighten my hold, locking her against me, sealing her fate.

"I love you, too, Wife," I murmur, dropping my lips to hers. "And I am never letting you go."

She smiles against my mouth.

"Good. Because I’m not either.”

And just like that, I fall a little bit harder.

Epilogue 2-Aella

Hours later, I lay sprawled across my husband's sexy, tattooed chest, my body still humming from everything he just did to me.

I’m wrecked, thoroughly sated, but still completely owned by the man beneath me.

His strong, calloused hands skim up and down my back, each slow, measured caress making my skin break out in goosebumps. My heartbeat has only just begun to slow, but the way he touches me, it’s like he’s already prepping me for more.

Christ, I love him.

I sigh, pressing a soft, lazy kiss to his warm, inked skin. “What are you thinking about?” I murmur, my voice still rasped and low from all the screaming I’ve done tonight.

His hands still for half a second. Then they start moving again, gentler this time, almost as if he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve of my body all over again.

“I’m thinking there’s no way I deserve a woman like you in my life, my sweet Pixie.”

I lift my head instantly, scowling at him, but he silences me with a slow, knowing smirk.

“Stop it. That’s not true?—”

“Let me finish,” he says, his tone calm, yet firm, his fingers tightening possessively on my waist. “There is absolutely no way I deserve you. But I got you now, and I intend to keep you, Wife.”

I shiver. God, the way he says that. Like I belong to him. Like I always have.

"Yeah? So, you, uh, like me or something?" I tease, knowing damn well what the answer is.

His smirk darkens, his hazel eyes flashing with something predatory as he flips me onto my back, caging me in beneath him.

“Oh yeah,” he growls, his voice pure sin and sex, dragging his mouth from mine, down to my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone.

I barely have time to gasp before he’s descending lower, licking, nipping, sucking his way down my overheated skin.

His mouth closes around my nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as he sucks me deep, hard.

I arch helplessly, my fingers digging into his hair, tugging, needing more, more, more.

And still, it’s not enough.

His big hands slide down my body, palming my hips, parting my thighs, and when I feel the first press of his fingers slipping inside me, I nearly shatter right then and there.

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