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“Move,” she demands, digging her heels into my lower back.

I obey, setting a punishing pace that has her gasping with each thrust. The angle is perfect, letting me hit that spot deep inside her. Her nails rake down my back through my shirt as she clings to me.

“That’s it,” I growl in her ear. “Take what you need. Show me how much you want this. Be my good girl.”

Her only response is to tighten around me, inner walls rippling with the start of another orgasm. I reach between usto circle her clit with my thumb, determined to make her come again before I lose control.

“Come for me,” I command, feeling my own release building. “One more time. Let me feel you, love.”

She shatters with a silent scream, head thrown back against the wall as pleasure overwhelms her. The sight of her coming undone triggers my own orgasm. I bury my face in her neck to muffle my groan as I empty myself inside her.

For several long moments, we stay locked together, both struggling to catch our breath. Eventually, I ease out of her, helping her find her feet on shaky legs.

“You okay?” I brush her hair back from her flushed face, checking for any signs of discomfort.

She gives me a satisfied smile. “Never better. Though I think I need to fix my makeup before we go back to the party.”

Reality crashes back in—the sounds of children playing, music drifting down the hall, the responsibilities waiting for us. But I can’t bring myself to regret this stolen moment.

Watching her put herself back together, I’m struck by how seamlessly she’s integrated into my life. A year ago, I never would have imagined this—a home filled with laughter, a family to protect, a woman who accepts both the light and dark parts of me.

The peace won’t last—Nicolo’s threats still loom on the horizon—but for now, I have everything I never knew I needed.

Eve finishes smoothing her dress and gives me a questioning look. “Ready to rejoin civilization?”

I take her hand, bringing it to my lips for a gentle kiss. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mrs. King.”

When her eyes meet mine, the heat in her bright green eyes is enough to wake my cock back up.

Her cheeks are deliciously flushed, lipstick slightly smeared from our heated kisses. My cock twitches, already eager for more despite having just fucked her against the wall.

“Behave,” I murmur against her ear. “If you look at me like that, we’ll never make it back to the party.”

She shivers at my touch, pupils still blown wide with arousal. “You started it.”

“And I’ll finish it later.” I wipe the smeared lipstick from her face with a wink. “I want these beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, but not now.”

The blush deepens across her chest as she smooths her hands over her dress one final time. Anyone looking closely will notice her swollen lips, the slight tremor in her hands, the way she can’t quite meet my eyes without that delicious mix of embarrassment and lingering desire crossing her face.

Perfect.

We rejointhe party in the living room where streamers and balloons transform our usually pristine, photo-ready space into a riot of color. Leo insisted on a superhero theme, so Captain America shields compete with Iron Man masks and Thor’s hammer across decorated tables.

Seb catches my eye as we emerge, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. He raises his glass in a mock toast, and I resist the urge to flip him off. My brother has always been too observant for his own good.

“Finally,” he drawls as we approach. “Thought you two got lost.”

“Needed to discuss something private,” I say blandly, enjoying the way Eve’s flush deepens.

“I’m sure you did.” His gaze flicks between us, amusement clear. “Very thorough discussions, I imagine.”

Before I can respond, a small projectile launches itself at my legs. “Uncle Zeke! Is it cake time yet?”

I catch Leo mid-leap, swinging him up onto my shoulders as he shrieks with delight. At eight, he’s getting almost too big for this, but I’m not ready to stop. Not when his laughter still makes something warm unfurl in my chest.

“What do you think, champ? Have you opened enough presents?”

“YES!” He bounces excitedly, making me grab his legs tighter. “Can we do cake now? Please?”