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He fills me inch by mouth-watering inch until I’m seated fully against him with his cock buried deep inside me.

His fingers flex against my hips, and when our eyes meet, they’re so dark that I can’t see even a glimmer of color.

“Kiss me,” Kairo gasps. “Please.”

I grant him that as I start to move, rolling my hips slowly and fucking myself on his cock while keeping him flat on the rug for his own good.

Our tongues tangle and weave together, his hands roam my body, clutching and caressing every inch he can reach, and I ride him slowly, purposefully under the glittering Christmas tree.

This is my life now.

I’m with a man I love who treats me like a goddess and can’t keep his hands off me even when he’s wounded.

I hold that in my heart as my pace increases and soon, Kairo’s arms are wrapped around me, his moans mingling with my gasps as our eyes meet.

“I love you,” Kairo groans. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I gasp, my final words as we come together beneath the tree, tangled together exactly where we belong.

This is my home.

He is my home.

EPILOGUE: DEVON

Annulled.

The words glare up at me from the letter wobbling in my hands.

One year.

Twelve months.

Constant trips to Colorado as Axel blocked the divorce every way he could and meetings with Kairo’s lawyers that lasted hours, all while pregnant, turned the past year into one hell of a struggle.

But we did it.

Despite Axel’s sabotage attempts.

Whatever magic Kairo worked behind the scenes turned my divorce into an annulment after his team found old video footage of the wedding where I was far too drunk to stand, never mind understand what I was agreeing to.

The letter in my hand is two weeks old.

It came not long after this year’s Christmas Fair, and I’ve kept it with me ever since.

A reminder that I’m now truly free from my past and my future with Kairo can begin.

A sudden noise to my left makes me place the letter quickly over the fresh pregnancy test on the counter.

I turn and face Tilly, my four-month-old darling, who gurgles up at me from her bassinet and reaches for me with two round fists.

“Hi, baby.” I grin down at her and lean over the bassinet. “Hi. Did you have a good nap? Everyone’s waiting for you. Yes, they are. Yes, theyare.”

Carefully scooping her into my arms, I bring her adorable, scrunchy face close to mine and kiss her nose. “Are you ready?”

She giggles and yawns, waving her arms back and forth, then she settles into my arms and gazes up at me with such adoration that my heart melts.

Mom told me I’d get used to that look when she’d start screaming due to teething, so I’m soaking up every quiet, sweet moment with her.