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we've officially made it to the end.
thank you for the support, hanging on for my updates, waiting patiently, and giving me love on all my other books. i can't wait to write more.
just a little info:
riya: eleven nico: is eight cesar is five xena is three
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- 14 years later -
We were dancing.
Two steps forward, two steps back.
His hands were everywhere on me— my waist, my hips. It was a bruising and punishing grip, a reminder of who I belonged to, who claimed me. His nails were like claws against the sleek slip I was wearing as his fingers rolled down my arm slow and steady before weaving with my hand.
And then I was spinning.
Outwards into darkness, my arm reaching out to it in despair. I could feel it, I had almost grasped it, fell into that steep, hole of black before I was twirling backwards into the light, into the sun, into his arms.
He caught me effortlessly like he always, his body winding around mine as we swayed quietly. His lips had fluttered down to mine but didn't meet it, instead breathed me in— the sorrow, the anger, the pain, everything brewing inside me. He let it consume him just like how it once consumed me. His eyes shut, the brown melting away as my hands held his face.
They opened after a moment, hard and unwavering as they met mine.
He huffed,
"There will be no such boys at her birthday party."
I growled.
He lifted me, ignoring my antics.
I slid down him slowly, my hands roaming over his clothed muscles that contorted in his shirt as he held onto me steadily, his forehead dipping upwards to meet mine as my arms curled around his neck.
"Yes there will be."
He groaned, "Our daughter is not of the age to be pursued by boys who can only think with their cocks and not their brains, my love."
"Says you, prince charming," I retorted and received an arched brow. He placed me down on my feet but kept me close, "Would you rather her be single the rest of her life? alone?"
"Yes."
I rolled my eyes.
"She wouldn't be alone. She has us. For god sakes, she just turned eleven!"
"Which is a good time to scout out future husbands for her! Your mother even said so."
His hands abandoned my hips for my hair and tilted my head back, wrinkles by his eyes forming as he squinted at me. I returned the look as I locked my arms around his waist and relished in the feel of his fingers sweeping against my scalp. I could tell what he was trying to do, he's been doing it for years.
