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“Mmm, now my girl is truly home,” he told me before he started to move, and my hand slapped to the back of the seat and onto the steering wheel, needing something to hold on to.

“Yes… yes I am!” I told him as the orgasm quickly built inside me.

The fullness, the raw beauty of every thrust, it felt like he was claiming me all over again. As if he were trying to brand me onthe inside until this body knew no one else but him. Knew only the Draven from this year, trying to eradicate all traces of any time before him. To reclaim what was always his to own.

I felt like his most cherished possession amongst a mountain of treasure. His fated queen, his love…his Electus.

“My Keira,”he whispered my name as if mirroring my thoughts, his hand slapping to the roof as the other bit into my flesh in a delicious, possessive way. His bruising hold on my hip added to my pleasure as he pounded into me. Then he commanded,

“We find it together, as one… always, just you and I. Now come, my queen… come for me! My vixen, my mortal, my Electus…my only love… come now!”At this he roared, and I did the same as I cried out my Earth-shattering release. Always marvelling at the feel of him pumping his seed inside of me, worshiping the way he filled me up.

The feeling of heat pooled inside me as he coated my quivering channel with his essence.

It was perfection.

Even more so when he covered my body and told me,

“I would let it all burn for you.”

I sucked in a quick breath, as he framed my face and continued,

“Every treasure I own… I would watch the whole thing burn if you asked me to. I would do anything to prove my love for you, Keira. I would even…”

“…Watch my world burn.”

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HAND ME THE SHOVEL

Three months later…

“I can’t believetoday is the day,” I said to Sophia, who was helping me straighten my dress.

The hair stylist and makeup artist had already finished with us all before we had fussed around the bride, the room a flurry of activity. I had naturally cried the moment I saw my beautiful daughter in her wedding dress, telling her what I hoped she already knew. That I loved her, and that Lucius was a lucky man.

The both of us needed to fix our makeup, but after this, she asked for some private time.Private time with her dad.A thought that again brought tears to my eyes. Because as much as I would have loved to have seen his reaction when walking in and seeing our stunning daughter, I knew that it was their memory to cherish and theirs alone.

Which was why the three of us were now in my hotel suite, waiting for the sound of Draven’s footsteps as he left. No doubt to make his way to the lobby to where the wedding cars would be waiting. Because Amelia and Lucius had asked to get married at Witley Court, just like her father and I had all those years ago.Of course, the mother of all battles had also happened that day, something I thought best not to point out. This despite Lucius being there and knowing this history well enough.

But I focused on the positives, knowing that no such battle would happen on this day. No, nothing could ruin it for her, as I would do everything in my power so as not a thing could spoil it.

“Okay, that sounds like our cue,” I said, so Pip, Sophia, and I could make our way to her room. As for everyone else, they were no doubt already gathering at Witley Court for the ceremony. As for me, I hadn’t seen Draven yet since being ready myself. But any chance to witness him in a tux was a sight I welcomed, meaning I couldn’t wait. Of course, it would also mean spending most of the day looking at him like a giant piece of candy I wanted to lick all over.

As for what we all wore, Sophia as always, looked the epitome of class, with her figure-hugging burgundy dress, one that had elegance written all over it. This midi dress was worn off the shoulder, with its sweetheart neckline and wide straps covering the tops of her arms. As for the skirt, it flared out above her knees, which dipped lower in the back.

Now as for Pip, she was surprisingly tame for once, as there was nothing on the dress that lit up, made sounds, or was in any way edible. It was a sunset-orange long dress that had a plunging V-neckline that, according to Pip, tastefully teased the eyes. I was not sure Adam would agree when he saw it but at the very least, there was not a nipple in sight.

The whole dress was made from the same fluffy tulle layers, making it whimsically dance with every step she took. It clinched in at her tiny waist, with a ruffly bow under her breasts before flowing down into an A line skirt.

And as for me, I was wearing a navy blue, satin dress that had thick straps that tied in floppy bows at my shoulders. These matched the bigger bow at the side of my waist from the wraparound style. It was also full length, so I definitely needed the four-inch heels I was now trying to currently walk gracefully in.

We all had our parts to play for the day, and being mother of the bride, I was naturally bursting with pride. Nothing was going to ruin the day, as like I said, I wanted everything to be perfect for my girl.

Of course, this was easier said than done, as the second we were making our way to her room, I saw the bane of my family’s existence sneaking towards her door.

I acted without thinking as I tore a piece of metal artwork off the wall and swung as hard as I could, turning her head into a dong. She hit the floor without a word as I knocked her out cold.

“Layla!”I hissed, gritting my teeth at the sight.

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