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“What?”

“A happily ever after.”

Chapter Twenty-three

Icouldn’t keep this woman trapped here.

She needed to experience life and I needed to give her that.

She lays in my arms; a few hours have passed since that moment in front of the fire and all I can think about is how she has yet to experience any real joy in life. Everything for her is set, planned, thought of before rather than spontaneous and fun.

Granted, I lived a different life to her, did morally questionable things daily, but I like my life.

And I was determined to make Arryn like hers.

There was only so much I could do right now for her, but this tiny little town, set in the middle of the ocean, was a great way to start.

The following morning the sun beams through the window, the snow staying away for another night. While the ground was still covered in the white stuff, deeper than my knees, we could make it down the cliffside, I was certain of it.

Arryn lays with her back to me, dark, glossy hair spread out behind her. I lift a hand and pluck a strand between my fingers, feeling the silky length against the rough pads of my fingertips. So much perfection wrapped up in my fist.

I roll towards her, lining my body up against the back of hers, burying my face into her hair. She lets out a sigh, pressing her ass back into my hips.

“Wake up, princess,” I murmur.

She groans and buries her face into the pillow, wiggling against me.

“Ah ah,” I chuckle, kissing her neck, “Time to wake up.”

“No.” She grunts.

I slide a hand over her waist, dipping it down to the waistband of her – my – sweats. “Wake up.”

She arches her spine as I slip the hand beneath the band, finding her bare and warm and inviting. I slip a finger through her folds, eliciting a deep, sleepy moan from her. “My princess doesn’t want to wake but she wants to feel good?”

“Mm,” She hums.

I add a second finger and begin a sensual stroke against her clit, teasing the tight little bud in small circles until I have her dripping against my hand.

“Fuck, so damn wet for me, little storm,” I praise.

“God yes,” She whimpers, pressing her ass back into me.

“Pull them down,” I order gently.

She wiggles until her sweats are around her knees and I yank my boxers down, bringing out my hard cock. Gripping the back of her neck, I force her further forward, giving me more access to her before I grip one thigh and push it up as much as the sweats will allow.

“I could lose myself in your body, princess,” I tell her, lining my cock up to her entrance, “Your cunt is like fucking heaven.”

She pushes back, wanting me as much as I am wanting her, and I don’t leave her waiting. I thrust forward, sheathing myself into her with a deep satisfied groan, her warmth enveloping me. She cries out at my intrusion, stretching to fit me but I don’t stop. I keep one leg up and fuck her hard, rattling our bodies with each, hard, deep thrust.

“Yes, Everett, don’t stop,” She whimpers, nails clawing at the sheets. I hadn’t planned on this this morning, but damn it if I was complaining.

In a quick move, I force her onto her stomach, straddling her thighs and lifting her hips up. I keep sliding in and out of her. She feels so good, so fucking perfect.

I fuck into her from behind, keeping her pinned beneath me as I find pleasure in her body, listening to her moans and feeling her writhe. I slip a hand under her, sliding my fingers through her pussy, finding her drenched for me. She gasps as I circle her clit and begin to play, working her body like it’s an instrument I’ve mastered.

“Everett!” She cries. “Rett!”

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