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“Don’t ever stop,” he commanded as he reached for my hips.

“Yes sir,” I whispered.

He gently lifted his hips, pushing himself further and further into me until I had taken him completely inside. His fingers dug into my hips and ass as we moved in time together, not saying a word.

I started to bounce a bit, and Owen hummed his approval. I promised myself that I would pleasure him like this for as long as we lived, and I was reminded of the ring on my left hand. I glanced down at it at the same time Owen did. He picked up my hand off his chest and gently kissed the ring.

“I love you,” he said between breaths.

We were both inching closer and closer to our end when Owen sat up and pressed his chest to mine. I wrapped my legs around his back, and suddenly had a completely new sensation running through me.

“Oh shit,” I groaned as he moved his hips up against mine.

He kissed my neck and my ear, whispering all the ways he loved me into it. Every word sent chills down my spine, and every second got me closer to pure bliss.

“Owen,” I whispered. “Faster.”

He obeyed without hesitation, and it only took a moment before we were both shouting into the air, finally able to release everything that had been building between us for so long.

As we tried to catch our breath, he still held me close, our sweaty skin sticking to one another. He pushed a piece of hair out of my face and kissed my neck one last time. I took his face in mine and kissed him softly, gently running my tongue over his lips.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered. “I have more for you planned in there.”

27

OWEN

The next morning, Skye and I woke still a bit groggy. We had worked our way through several bottles of wine, and stayed up far too late having enormous amounts of fun. We needed to get back to our families for the last full day of vacation. But it took quite a while to roll out of bed.

“You know what I was thinking?” I asked, my voice cracking with sleep.

She looked over at me, somehow still beautiful even with mussed hair and smudged makeup.

“We should get married.”

“Yeah, I think you told me that when you proposed last night.”

“I mean, we should do it soon.”

“How soon?”

“I don’t know. Like, next week. I don’t want to spend another day not married to you.”

“Next week? Wow. Thatissoon.”

“So, you don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, I just—I always dreamed of having a big wedding. I don’t think we can plan that in a week.”

“A big wedding, huh? I never thought you’d want something like that.”

“Well, I’ve waited a long time. I think our love deserves to be celebrated, don’t you?”

“It absolutely does,” I said, kissing her cheek. “We can get married any time you want.”

“I think it would be nice if we got married here.”

“Here?”

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