Page 55 of Paw Letter Word

That was better.

Cyrus drank her in, using her astonishment as fuel for what was to come. He opened the door.

This time heheardher intake of breath and the quickening of her heart. He could smell her irresistible fragrance … the scent of vanilla and roses would never be the same … filling the space.

He stepped into the private room with a lone center table. Flower petals were scattered across the floor. The flicker of tiny lights cast the space in a soft glow.

The light hugged the contours of her sweet face. Cyrus could remember every moment they’d had since they met. Yet still, he couldn’t remember Mila ever looking so much like the goddess heneededto worship. Her golden hair, an earthy halo that fell wild and effortless around her face, the ends brushing her collarbone before teasing the delicate skin above her breast. Her lips were plump and inviting beneath the endless gleam in her eyes.

“This is so sweet, Cyrus,” she said as he guided her to the table.

“This is just the beginning,” he said simply. “You look …” He glanced her over thoroughly then, figuring nothing he could say would come close to describing how he saw her, he said the first thing that crossed his lips “… soul-shattering.”

She blushed, and he wanted to keep that satisfying shade of pink on her cheeks. She was perfection, crafted from his darkest desires and sweetest fantasies. He held out his hand, helping her to her seat.

He could hear her heart racing along with his. “I thought this place would be perfect for tonight.”

Her lips parted, eyebrows arching in surprise as pleasure filled her clever eyes. “Cyrus …” she breathed.

“I thought I knew what I wanted from life. I had every detail meticulously jotted down, never once swaying from my course. Then you came and tore at the seams of the careful future I was stitching together. I thought I knew what having a true mate would be like. I thought I understood what I was missing and whatshecould bring. Whatyoucould bring. And these are only two examples of how wrong I was.”

He got down on one knee, and she gave a small gasp. “Mila Dillon, you are an undeserved blessing fate has gifted me, but more importantly, you are the woman I choose, the anchor that grounds me, and the start of everything I hope my life will be.” He pulled out the white-gold marquise ring and held it, and his heart, out to her. “Will you choose me back, Mila? Will you be my wife?”

She jumped out of the chair, her eyes wet, her lips trembling slightly. “Y-yes,” she stammered, then with more force and twice as much excitement. “Yes!”

She held out her hand, and he slipped the ring on her finger, sweeping her up into his arms. She gripped the back of his head, and he groaned at the desire he felt in her fingertips. She kissed him fiercely, possessively. Her hungry mouth pressed against his as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling and sucking on the warm flesh.

His muscles tensed, his semi-hard cock rubbing against his pants. “Fuck … I want you.”

“Take me,” she pleaded. He took her hand, and they practically ran outside to jump in the backseat of his car, parked in the dark, isolated area by the side door.

After climbing in and closing the door, his hand crept up the hem of her dress, finding the heat between her thighs. He slid two fingers in, losing himself in her soft, warm pussy as it wrapped around his fingers. His dick pulsed. His bear urged him to fuck her until her throat was hoarse from shouting his name. Her juices coated his fingers, and she bucked her hips, pressing herself onto his hand.

He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked. “Take off your dress.” He growled at the taste of her spice, turning his arousal feral.

Their clothes were gone in an instant. He lunged for her, dragging her flush against his body. He reveled in the way her body molded to his, his hardness against her wanting, pliable frame.

Cyrus surrendered to every dark, lewd thought that crossed his consciousness. He needed his hands, his tongue, and his cock buried deep inside her. “By the time the sun comes up, you won’t have any doubt who you belong to.”

He wrapped her legs around his waist, lining himself up with her center. He rubbed the small bead of precum against her opening, teasing the hole in small circular motions.

“Mmm … that feels so good.” She moaned. “Please … I-I need more.”

His voice was gravel. “Anything for you.”

Cyrus took her in one hard thrust.

Their bodies ignited.

And they burned themselves into each other’s souls.

TWENTY-THREE

MILA

“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” Kayra giggled and danced around Mila as Rhoda fluffed the underside of Mila’s dress. Mila reached out and took Kayra’s hand. She squeezed it with love.

“I can. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me besides you two.”

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