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"That's it," he encouraged when I started clenching around him. "Take what Daddy gives you. So good, baby. So fucking perfect."

His pace increased, driving deeper, harder. The bedframe creaked with each thrust, a rhythmic counterpoint to our mingled moans. I wrapped my legs around him, heels digginginto his ass, urging him on. The purple dress was probably ruined, wrinkled and stained, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, voice strained with his own approaching release. "Want to feel you come on my cock."

My fingers found my clit, circling in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building like a tide. He must have felt it because he shifted angle slightly, hitting that spot that made me see stars.

"That's my good girl," he growled. "Come for Daddy. Show me how good it feels."

I shattered with a scream, body bowing beneath him. He fucked me through it, extending the pleasure until I thought I might die from it. Then he pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach with rough hands.

"Hands and knees," he commanded, and I scrambled to obey despite shaky limbs.

He slid back in from behind, deeper from this angle, one hand tangling in my purple hair. The slight pull made me moan, made me push back to meet his increasingly desperate thrusts. His other hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me steady for his possession.

"Gonna fill you up," he promised, pace punishing now. "Mark you inside like I've marked you outside. Everyone knows you're mine, but I need you to feel it."

"Yes," I sobbed, another orgasm building impossibly fast. "Please, Daddy. Want it. Want everything."

His fingers found my clit again, rubbing tight circles that had me seeing stars. "One more, baby. Give me one more and I'll fill this sweet pussy."

I came with a wail, clenching so tight around him it bordered on painful. He followed immediately, driving deep and holding there as he pumped into me, claiming me completely. We stayedfrozen for a moment, both panting, bodies locked together in perfect completion.

He pulled out carefully, and I felt his release drip down my thighs. Instead of being embarrassed, I felt marked. Claimed. His.

"Don't move," he said softly, and I heard him pad to the bathroom.

He returned with a warm washcloth, cleaning me with gentle strokes that made me hum contentedly. Then he disappeared again, which was odd. Tyson usually wanted immediate post-sex cuddles, gathering me close like he needed the connection as much as I did.

"Tyson?" I sat up, suddenly worried. "You okay?"

He reappeared in the doorway, still gloriously naked, holding something behind his back. His expression was soft, nervous in a way I'd never seen.

"Lena Rodriguez," he started, then actually dropped to one knee beside the bed.

My heart stopped. "Oh my god."

"My wildflower, my little girl, my perfect brat." His voice was rough with emotion as he brought out a small velvet box. "You've brought color to my black and white world, shown me softness I didn't know I needed, given me reasons to smile that have nothing to do with bikes or brotherhood."

He opened the box, revealing a ring that stole my breath. Purple stone—an amethyst?—surrounded by diamonds, the band engraved with delicate wildflowers that matched my hip tattoo. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"I know I'm difficult," he continued, eyes locked on mine. "But I promise to love you through all of it. To be your Daddy when you need guidance, your partner when you need equality, your safe place when the world gets too big. To protect you, provide for you, and cherish you every single day."

Tears streamed down my face, but I didn't care. This beautiful, broken, perfect man was on his knees, offering me forever.

"Marry me," he said simply. "Let me protect you, provide for you, love you forever. Be my wife, my old lady, my everything."

"Yes," I sobbed, launching myself at him before he could even stand. "Yes, yes, yes!"

We went down in a tangle of limbs, me kissing every inch of his face while he laughed, trying to get the ring on my finger. When he finally managed it, we both stared at how right it looked. Like it had always belonged there.

"I love you," I whispered, overwhelmed by the perfection of it. "So much it scares me sometimes."

"Love you too, wildflower. More than I have words for." He kissed me soft and sweet, different from the desperate passion of earlier. This was promises and forever, dedication and devotion. "Mine now. Officially."