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“Oh fuck, oh god. Fuck!” I sob, tears spilling down my cheeks. It’s too much, yet somehow not enough.

“I’m your fucking god now, Declan,” he growls, jerking me faster, harder, in perfect time with the punishing thrusts of his hips as his cock fucking wrecks me in all the best ways. “Now.” Thrust. “Cum.” Thrust. “For.” Thrust. “Me.” The last word comes out broken as his whole body shudders, his own release hitting him hard right alongside mine.

I’m gasping for air, eyes wide and frantic as I stare up at him, not wanting to miss the look on his face as he finds his release.

My orgasm is borderline painful, jets of cum shooting out as my cock jerks in his hold, painting my chest just like he wanted, some hitting my neck and face.

Preston lets out this primal sound as he unloads himself inside me, rope after rope of thick, warm cum filling me up, coating my insides, and marking me as his forever.

My body is frozen in pleasure as I float back down to earth from the heaven he just brought me to.

Preston stays in his position for a moment, body shaking, chest heaving as his cock continues to pulse inside me.

Then he’s on me, his tongue lapping at my skin, cleaning any bit of cum off that he can reach, before his lips are on mine.

I cling to him, the need to cry hitting me again. So many emotions hit me at once. This is everything I didn’t know I needed. And now that I have Preston, I'm never letting him go.

I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Because as we lay here, tangled in one another, I can feel his soul fusing to mine like Sadie’s has.

I’m not sure what's going to happen tomorrow, or the next day, but I know as long as I have the two loves of my life, I’ll deal with whatever life throws at me.

I’m not a fool to think this is going to be easy, whatever it is we’re building, but I know it’s worth it. So I’ll do whatever I have to to keep this. To have the life and future I’ve dreamed up, but never thought I’d ever in a million years get.

Chapter 4

Sadie

How can it only have been a few days since New Year's, yet it feels like it’s been weeks? Who knew getting married out of nowhere would be a lot of work?

Having to get all my personal information changed over has to be the hardest part on my end. Now I’m waiting on a new ID and passport.

It’s Collin who’s been dealing with the aftermath. Yup, there’s been a bit of a disturbance in the balance of the rich and fucked up.

Guess they aren’t fans of one of the most powerful families in the country marrying a lonely peasant girl.

They can all go fuck themselves because their opinion on our relationship doesn’t matter to me.

Still, Collin has been busy making phone calls and dealing with everything.

While he’s doing that, I have my own damage control to deal with.

I’ve been trying to text Declan all morning, but he hasn’t been answering. Now I’m a mess of worry that he’s upset with me. And he’d have every right to be. I’m not saying my choices were the best ones, and I do regret how everything went down, but I don't regret marrying Collin to save him.

What's done is done, and all I can do is make sure my guys know this doesn’t change anything between us. And if it’s in my power, I will do everything I can to make sure they are in on any future big changes that affect our lives.

You know how the saying goes: desperate times call for desperate measures. In that moment, that's what it felt like.

Pulling up to Declan’s dorm, I pray he’s home and answers the door.

“You can do this, Sadie. Own it, be a woman, and make sure that man knows you love him,” I murmur to myself, my own little pep talk before lifting my hand to knock on the door.

My damn heart is racing so fast I feel a little dizzy. “Please be home, please answer.”

The door starts to open, and my nerves are kicked up another notch. I’m immediately ready to start begging for forgiveness, but bite my tongue when I see that it’s not Declan on the other side of the door.

“Preston?” I breathe out his name in confusion, tilting my head to the side.

“Morning, Kitten.” He’s all smug, standing there in nothing but his boxers, his toned muscles and glowing skin on display. I can’t help but bite my lip as I let my eyes roam over his body, stopping at the half bulge in his boxers. “Eyes up here, babe.”

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