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“So badly,” she pleads.

It’s crazy. Unlike me. We’ve known each other such a short amount of time. We’ve only dated for a month and that was mostly us pretending.

Yet, I know this is right. Know it like I know the notes of an instrument are in tune. Know it the way I knew I was destined to play music all my life. Know it like I know the strings of my bass.

She was meant for me. I am meant for her.

She cries out, her body jerking with spasms of pleasure. I hold her still in my arms, continuing to fuck her as I come closer, closer. I see the pinks and creams and browns of her skin, see the fine hairs that run across her flesh, see the tendons in her neck.

I pound into her again and again, and then I do it.

I snap my jaw straight through her flesh, sink my teeth deep into her throat.

Flavor and scent and warmth drown my mind.

My visions whites. The world silences.

Everything is her.

Her heartbeat beneath my fingers; her blood in my mouth; her cunt tight around my cock.

I come.

I come hard, my knot blowing up and locking my mate to my body.

Deep in my gut, a heavy sensation forms, tugging me towards this woman.

It’s done.

She’s mine now.

Our bond unbreakable.

Mine forever.

1 I love you

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Isabella

Epilogue– six months later

“A parcel just arrived,”Frankie says, marching from the door with his arms full of a large delivery box.

“Is it the bouquets?” my mom asks.

“Can’t be,” I say. “Layla’s driving those over.”

Frankie drops the box at my feet, my mom tutting.

“Watch the dress!” she mutters, although he’s placed it at least a foot away from the train of my white gown.

He leans over the box and reads the label. “It’s from Hunter.”

My grandmother, sitting at the makeshift beauty parlor that’s been set up in the living room, coos and turns her head to look. My cousin, the beauty artist in charge of hair and makeup, taps her shoulder and forces her to look back at the mirror.

“Isabella can’t open it,” my mom says, “she’ll ruin her nails.”