Page 107 of Lethal Devotion

"For today. For all of it. For giving me a dream wedding."

Damian leans in, kissing me softly on the side of my neck. "Thank you for saying yes. Again."

"I'll say yes as many times as you ask." I turn halfway, meeting his lips. “Always.”

"Even when I'm old and gray and can barely walk?" He chuckles, returning to my buttons, and I laugh.

"Especially then. Though I have a feeling you'll still be dangerous at ninety."

He undoes the last of the buttons, reaching up to slide the shoulders of my dress down, his touch hungry and purposeful. "Probably. Will you still love me when I'm a decrepit old mobster?"

I turn in his arms as my dress slides down my body, reaching for his tie as I see hunger light his expression. "I'll love you through everything, Damian. That's what forever means."

"Forever," he repeats, like he's testing the word. "I like the sound of that." He pulls me into his arms, kissing me firmly, his tongue sweeping over my lower lip. “I should have meant it the first time.”

“You mean it now, and that’s what matters.” I tug his tie loose, quickly going to work on his buttons. “I love you, Damian.”

“And I love you, Sienna. My wife. My little wildcat.”

He kisses me again, soft and sweet and full of promise. Outside, Miami gleams in the darkness, this city that I came to love, that I thought sometimes would swallow me whole, that gave me this man. This husband that I never saw coming, who I can’t imagine living without. As he scoops me up again and carries me to our bed, I know with absolute certainty that this is just the beginning. It's not the life I ever imagined for myself, but it's perfect. We’re perfect, and there’s no part of this life that I would change, or any part of him.

He’s my strength, and I’m his softness. And together?

Together, we’re magic.

Forever.