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I looked up at him, my eyes swollen and red from the tears. I could feel his cum still in my throat, but I didn't care. I had never felt so connected to him, so alive.

"I love you, Archer," I murmured, barely able to get the words through my trembling lips.

His gaze locked with mine, his own eyes shining with unbridled adoration. "I love you too, Mila.”

Leaning down, he captured my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. The taste of him was like a drug—intoxicating and addictive. With gentle hands, he lifted me into his arms, carried me to the soft bed, and settled in behind me.

Closing my eyes, I savored the sensation of being held by him, feeling the heat radiating from his body and the thud of his heart against mine. That was where I belonged—in his arms and in his heart.

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THIRTY-FIVE

MILA

Iwas awoken by the feeling of his warm fingers caressing my thighs, sending shivers down my body. The gentle thrusts of his cock inside me added to the sensation, building a rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. I tilted my head back, inviting him closer, as he nibbled on my ear and trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone. Each touch ignited a fire within me, driving me wild with desire.

Our eyes met in the dim light, locked in a passionate embrace as our bodies moved in tandem. Our breaths became heavier, mingling with the sound of our skin slapping together in sync, an intoxicating symphony of pleasure. The heat of his skin against mine, the scent of his arousal, and the taste of his saliva sent me spiraling deeper into bliss.

His whispers were like honey dripping into my ears, filling me with promises. His hand traced a fiery path down my stomach, urging me closer to him until our bodies flushed against each other. Every touch, every murmur, every kiss sent me further into a state of absolute euphoria. I turned my head, pressing my backside against him as he moved inside me with slow and tender thrusts.

“You feel so good, Archer,” I moaned.

“Marry me?” he whispered.

I stared back at him, feeling a warmth in my chest and a jolt of adrenaline. His breath was warm on my ear, his cock still firmly inside me as he held me close. His breaths were shallow, his body trembling as he waited for my answer. I turned my head slightly, looking into his eyes, searching them for any signs of a joke.

“What?”

“Marry me, Mila,” his voice was desperate and pleading. “Let me give you my last name. Let me protect you. Let me fill your belly with my babies. Let me spend the rest of my life waking up to you every morning. I want to be your husband, your lover, your protector. I want to be the reason you smile and the reason you dream. I want to be connected to you, wrapped so tight in your soul that you ache in my absence.”

His gaze was so intense, so full of longing, that I could feel myself crumbling under its weight. I had never felt this kind of connection before, and the idea of spending eternity with him felt almost too good to be true. But there was something in his eyes, something genuine and pure, that made me believe it could be real.

I reached up to touch his face with my left hand, gazing into his eyes, when the sparkle of something on my hand caught my attention. I brought my hand closer to my face, and on my ring finger was an oval ring that sparkled in the dim light.

“Archer, what is this?” I breathed, my heart pounding in my chest. He must have slipped it on while I was sleeping.

He smiled. “Say yes.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words in my chest. "Yes," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible above the sound of our lovemaking. "Yes, I'll marry you."

His face broke into a beaming smile, and he pulled me even closer, his body still moving within me. "Mila, I promise you I will be everything you need. I will cherish you and protect you, and I will give you children who will love you as much as I do."

I couldn’t help but smile as he continued to move inside of me, our breaths becoming heavier and our moans more urgent. Hewrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts, pulling me closer still, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

“I already know you’ll be everything I need,” I whispered. “You already are.”

“Forever.”

“Forever,” I echoed, my heart swelling with love for this man. “Forever.”

His thrusts became more frantic, his breaths more ragged as he brought us closer to our climaxes. I felt a warmth building deep within me, a sensation unlike any other I had ever experienced with him. My body responded to the intensity of our love for each other. It was all-consuming, tearing down my walls and replacing them with his love. I moaned softly with each thrust as his hips moved against me. I was floating, carried away by the euphoria flowing through my veins.

My muscles tensed, and I cried out his name, shaking at the peak of my orgasm, and his grip tightened as his own release filled me.

It wasthe night of The Ceremony, and my reflection in the mirror taunted me as my stomach churned with nerves. I was forbidden from seeing Archer until the ritual started. Kai and Theo, my designated escorts, would walk me to where The Ceremony would be held, and I had no idea what to expect. Archer and I hadn't discussed it since our earlier conversation, but I could only think about being with him. Completing whatever twisted ritual they had planned and finally being together. I knew The Ceremony was reserved only for those deemed worthy of marriage by The Brotherhood, so I tried to focus on the bigger picture. I was the firstChosenin several years to be brought through The Ceremony as a future wife to one of the brothers. The previous Brotherhood members eventually graduated and moved on, some with wives and others alone. It was considered an honor to be Chosen and even more so to become more than just a fuck buddy.

My father had called me hundreds of times since the banquet,and I ignored each one. I was still angry at him, and at the point I was at, I didn’t care if I never spoke to him again. I knew he would try to convince me that he was the good guy, and that I was being dramatic, but I knew exactly who I was and where I wanted to be for the first time in my life. As long as I had Archer, I would be okay.

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