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The stick goes flying in the air.

“Yes. Fuck. Such a good girl.” He flips me on my back, lowering me to the floor, towering over me. His mouth is on my neck, his teeth grazing my hypersensitive skin. One hand is flat on my stomach, right over my navel. “I’ll always be here for you. I’m never leaving. You and our babies will always be safe. I’ll spend the rest of my life protecting you.” He sucks on my neck, groaning. “Fuck.”

Ripping the dress off my body, his mouth delivers sensual, hungry kisses to my bare stomach. His hands travel up my thighs, to my waist, the undersides of my breasts. When he climbs back up my body, he tastes every inch of me. Biting. Sucking.

My nipples are sore from his attention. From his teeth and fingers. I moan louder when he apologizes with his tongue.

“Marry me,” he demands once he’s balls deep inside me. With his beautiful face above mine. “Be my wife, Ophelia.”

“Thought—” Difficult. To. Breathe. I’m being pounded by a savage. An animal. “That marriage is overrated.”

“Past tense. And this isn’t up for debate. Your consent isn’t required.” He grips the back of my thigh, lifting it to fuck me harder. “You’re going to be my wife. We’re getting the hell out of this town. To a new, better place. Clean slate. You and me, wife.”

I cup his cheeks. Cry and gasp for air as I come a second time. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be your wife. Yes, I’ll disappear with you. I love you. I love you so much.”

His dirty talk never fails to push me over the edge.

Apparently, my love declaration has the same effect on him.

He groans, kissing me with everything he’s got while he empties himself into me.

“I love you.” His forehead is hot against mine. The slow roll of his hips lulls me into a sweet trance. “I own you. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever. Say you understand.”

“I do. Forever.”

“Forever.”

The End.