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He's breathtaking, the moonlight illuminating his massive silhouette. There’s no denying it any longer.

I’ve fallen hard for this man.

“Who owns you, Malory?” His heavy breath ghosts over my skin.

“Ty!” I half sob and half moan, running my palms down his muscular back to his flexing ass, pushing him deeper into me. Tyson groans into my ear as my walls clamp tightly around him, blinding pleasure overcoming us both.

His chest heaves as his thrusts turn more forceful. Our sweaty bodies rocking back and forth beneath the open sky.

“Come on my cock, baby.” He growls, barely holding back. “Come with me.”

His girth thickens, making my pussy contracts around him as our shuddering bodies convulse in ecstasy.

We come together. Lost so deeply in one another that it feels like we’re one.

One and the same.

Tyson stays inside me long after I feel his cock soften, our release oozing out.

Snuggling into his warm body, feeling his weight on me like a cocoon of safety, I wish to never move.

His face is buried in my neck as I hold him to me, drawing mindless patterns on his back with my fingertips until they become a word.

Mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I write it over and over until I feel his arms tighten around me, his body turning rigid.

He’s figured it out.

Releasing a strangled breath, his lips meet my shoulder, the crook of my neck, my throat.

“Yours.” Tyson’s onyx eyes rise to meet mine before locking me in the softest, most heartfelt kiss.

This man is mine.

And I love him.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Malory

My hand rests in Tysons’s much larger one, our fingers intwined as heavy drops of rain beat against the windshield.

I’ve never loved rainy days.

I mean I get the appeal of staying on the couch all day, huddled up in blankets by a roaring fire. But I crave the sunshine, the warmth.

Yet something about having Tyson by my side, crammed in the heated, dry car is making this experience incredibly cozy.

That just sounds wrong.

I’m probably the only person on this earth that feels comforted by his presence. And I’d be lying if it didn’t make me possessive of him as well.

With every passing day, I understand the man more. Understand what drove him to stalking me, taking me for himself. Because feeling the way I do now, given the chance, I’d do the very same.

Either way, I can’t wait until we get back to the cabin, make the new vanilla tea that Ty insisted I try and curl up in front of the fireplace.

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