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This moment should have me reeling too. Between the feel of the thick plug in my ass, my cock buried inside Henrik’s wet heat, and his cock ring humming at the base of my shaft—god, I should be in sensory overload. I should be fraying apart. But all I can do is marvel at my husband. He’s come so far. When this all first started, he flinched when I touched him. Now he’s taking charge, experimenting with toys and letting me take the deepest parts of him. The trust he has in me is staggering.

“Look at me,” I say, sinking in the last few inches. I rock against the cradle of his thighs, letting the base of his vibrating cock ring settle between us.

Henrik’s pretty blue gaze locks on me. I used to look in his eyes and see deep wells of sadness, a loneliness that stretched on with no horizon. Now I see strength and purpose, love and loyalty. His gaze softens as he searches my face. “What, mitt hjärta?”

“I love you.”

It’s the simplest of phrases, spoken so many times, in so many languages. To love means to cherish, to value and adore, to prize above all else. That’s what I feel for Henrik. All that and more. I love him, trust him. I ache to be near him.

He reaches for me with both hands, pulling me between his legs. His strapped cock gets pinned between us as he pulls me down, kissing me. “I love you,” he says against my lips. “My only love. I want you with me always.”

“Always,” I repeat, rocking against him, burying myself in deep, as deep as I can get. “I never want to be parted from you. Love me. Keep me forever.”

“Forever,” he promises, sealing it with a kiss.

We keep whispering sweet lovers’ words as we move together, taking our pleasure in each other. When I feel like I can’t bear itanother second, I wrap my hand around his shaft and set him free, whispering, “Come with me.”

Crying out, we come together, awash in gratitude and relief. Nothing has ever felt as good as being in Henrik’s arms. I mean to chase this feeling forever. Loving him, wanting him, trusting him in all things. With Henrik, I am seen. I am loved and cherished.

With Henrik, I am my truest self.

Three Months Later

“Okay, hair is almost done. Suit is pressed. Shoes are polished.” Natalie runs through the mental checklist, ticking off each item with her fingers. “Oh—the flowers—”

“Already by the window,” says Shae, busy fluffing Desiree’s dress for the third time. The other flower girls bounce around the room, pretending they’re princesses being chased by a dragon. Karolina wields a chopstick from our sushi lunch like a sword. Behind her, Camila holds a coloring book up like a shield.

Ignoring the chaos, Jayla stands behind me at the dressing table, her mouth full of pins as she tries to get the last few pieces of my twisted hair to lie just right.

“It looks fine,” I say again.

“Ted, when I want your opinion, I’ll give it to you,” she mutters, her eyes narrowed at my hair’s reflection as she meticulously moves another pin.

I just sigh. There’s no use fighting her at this point.

“Okay,” Bridget calls with a clap of her hands, striding into the middle of the room. She’s the genius wedding planner Henrik hired to help bring my vision to life. “It’s time to get our groom dressed!”

My sisters and nieces all squeal with excitement. Well, except for Jay, whose mouth is full of pins. “It just won’t lie right,” she grumbles.

“Did you try twisting it the other way?” asks Shae.

“You wanna come over here and try it?”

“Don’t fight,” I say, heading off a row. “Jay, it looks great. Better than great,” I quickly correct, leaning away from her pointed glare. “It looks amazing.”

It really does. She’s twisted all my locs up into an elegant knot that sits high on my crown. The twists have movement and flow. Jayla is just a perfectionist.

She’s also the only one of my sisters not dressed yet.

“Jay, you can’t wear a bathrobe down the aisle,” Natalie teases. “Girl, go get changed.”

“Who’s gonna finish this hair?”

“Let me.”

We all turn as Mama strides back into the room. She left a few minutes ago to put her dress on.

“Oh, Mama,” Shae sighs. “You look beautiful.”

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