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I thrust all the way in and hold her there.

I roar her name as I come, spilling down her throat. Her scream vibrates through me. My release goes on and on. My vision sparks. My body shakes. I barely stay standing.

When I come back to myself, she’s struggling.

I pull out of her mouth and haul her to her feet, holding her against me. She feels so small. So fragile. I could break her. But I’d die before I ever did. A wave of protectiveness overwhelms me.

“Was that okay?” she whispers. The uncertainty in her voice upsets me. I need her to know she’s perfect.

I grip her chin and tilt her face to mine. I kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue.

“Sweetheart,” I breathe against her lips. “That was perfect. Don’t ever question yourself.” I press a kiss to her temple. “If you ever want me, in any way, all you have to do is ask. I will always be ready for you.”

She blushes and nods.

I grab her soaps and wash her gently. I savor the feel of her skin under my hands. I memorize every curve, every scar, every perfect imperfection.

This intimacy, it’s everything.

***

Later, lying in bed, I reflect on our day. How well she got along with my family. How Mom already sees her as one of us. How even Dom came around by the end. He finally accepted she’s not a threat.

My mom saw it first. She saw what I wasn’t saying out loud. That I’d do anything to keep Margot safe.

And she was right.

Because seeing Margot with my family? That sealed it.

She’s my future.

She’s going to be my wife.

She’s going to bear my children.

And she’s going to belong to me, in every way that matters.

Forever.

Chapter 57

Margot

“Sweetheart, I have a surprise for you,” a voice whispers in my ear.

It takes me a moment to realize it’s Matty, his smooth voice pulls me from my beauty sleep.

“Huh?” I mumble, still half-asleep.

“Sweet girl, open your eyes. I brought you coffee, and I want to show you something before I start working.”

That one word does it.

“Coffee?”

He chuckles. “Here you go, sweetheart. Be careful, it’s hot.”

He hands me the mug and presses a kiss on the top of my head.

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