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Some nights, when I’m tired, he’ll eat me out until I fall asleep, never expecting anything in return.

My muscles twitch, my spine tingling, and pressure builds inside my body.

I’m shaking.

“Yes, give me that orgasm,” Julian groans, licking me three more times. “Drip your pussy juice all over my face. Drown me with it. I want to taste it on my lips and tongue for the rest of the fucking night.”

And that does it.

I forget every thought in my head as waves of warmth and pleasure flow through my veins. My pussy pulsates against his fingers, and as my orgasm shatters through, he harshly plunges three fingers inside me, fingering me fast.

When I’m done coming down from my Julian-induced high, I realize he’s literally holding me up because my shaking legs are useless. He waits until I’m stable, giving me time to catch my breath, before inching back a step.

“All right, get dressed.” He kisses my forehead, grabs my panties, and helps me put them back on. “We don’t want to be late.”

I place my hand on my chest, still fighting for breaths. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Hot for you. Fucking delicious for me.” He collects my juices from his wet lips, sucks on his fingers, and winks at me.

I watch him as he strips out of his clothes and quickly changes before I can return the favor. He’s attentive, helping me with my shoes, before we walk downstairs.

If he’s not falling in love with me, I’m so screwed.

Because I’m already there.

I’m so in love with this man that I’m ready to hand him my heart.

I hope he doesn’t give it back to me broken.

When we’re finallyin the car, I peer over at Julian while buckling my seat belt. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?”

He adjusts the rearview mirror while backing out of the garage. “To get married.”

“Har har, funny,” I grumble.

He shifts to look over at me. “Don’t believe me?”

I shake my head, laughing. “I absolutely do not believe you.”

A smirk spreads across his face, and he makes a show of locking my door. “By the end of the night, you’ll be Mrs. Bellini.”

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Genesis gapesat me from the leather passenger seat when I parallel park in front of the cathedral.

The sun is setting, the sky darkening.

A few stars are already making their presence.

I stare out the window at the cathedral.

The same one where we had my family’s service.

Where Genesis made me promise to get revenge on the men who’d killed my family.

This is where we first argued and I first touched her.

And now, we’re making a new memory—where we marry.