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He yanks my shirt over my head, pulling my bra straps down. His mouth closes around my nipple, teeth grazing hard enough to make me gasp.

"Fuck, I love this," he says. "I love you."

I unbuckle his jeans, sliding my hand inside to grip him. "Show me how much."

He lifts me, carrying me to the bed where he strips off my clothes. I lie naked while he stands over me, eyes dark with hunger as he tears off his own shirt.

"Turn over," he orders.

I roll onto my stomach, and he pulls my hips up. His hand comes down hard on my ass, making me cry out.

"You want this rough?" he asks, landing another slap.

"Yes," I gasp. "Don't hold back."

He pushes his jeans down just enough to free himself, then slides his fingers between my legs.

"So wet already," he says. "You need this as bad as I do."

I push back against his hand. "Stop teasing. I have been waiting all day to christen this room."

He grips my hips and drives into me with one thrust. I bury my face in the mattress to muffle my scream.

"Fuck, you feel perfect," he says. "So tight."

I can't speak as he fucks me harder than he has in months. This isn't gentle homecoming sex. This is claiming, marking, reminding each other we're alive.

He grabs my hair, pulling my head back. "Say my name. My real name."

"Declan," I moan. "Fuck, Declan!"

"That's it. No more hiding. No more pretending." He reaches around to circle my clit. "Come for me. Now."

The orgasm rips through me as I cry out his name. He fucks me through it, not slowing until I'm shaking.

He pulls out, flipping me onto my back. "I want to see your face when I come inside you."

He pushes back in. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"Fill me up," I tell him, digging my nails into his back. "Make me yours again."

"Always mine," he says. "Always fucking mine."

He comes with my name on his lips, my real name, not the alias we used in Spain. This is us, raw and real, no hiding.

After, we lie on sweat-soaked sheets, my head on his chest.

"I never thought we'd have this," he admits. "A real home. A family."

"Never?"

"Not after I left Dublin. I figured that was it—lost my shot at happiness."

I look at him. "And now?"

His eyes meet mine. "Now I protect what's mine. With everything I have."

"We protect each other," I say.

"That too."

I rest my head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

This is just the beginning. We'll have challenges—Conor adjusting to school, rebuilding my career, Declan finding his place outside the Donovan empire. Cormac will visit, reminding us of the past we can't fully escape.

But we're home. Together. The three of us against whatever comes.