Many years have passed since Hope took down her biggest enemy almost killing herself in the process, but she never expected them to survive.
She will protect her family no matter what, but at what cost?
Alliances will be formed and truths will be re...
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Hope stood in the middle of her bedroom and I was just awestruck by her beauty. She looked at me with wonder, and I couldn't help but genuinely smile at her even though what I'm about to do is far from the loving sex we had the night Jackson was conceived.
The moon was up in the midnight sky, and the light from it cast through the window reflecting against her eyes. The blue was bright and mesmerising. The freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose, and I remembered all the times I counted them when I was close to her.
She always smelt so sweet and tasted delicious. I've only had her once and I never plan to have anyone else now. Hope Wynter Carter is the light of my life, the person who keeps me sane. She completes me in so many ways.
I can never put into words how it felt when I had lost her to West first then to Xavier seeing her on her wedding day looking like a goddess killed me inside. It was torture and unfortunately, it changed me for a while, I drank till I couldn't stand. Fucked any girl who looked my way but even after all these years I am still completely and utterly in love with her.
I've been in love with her for seventeen years, the day we first started our training together. When we first kissed each other, and when I saw that idiot Michael threaten her made my blood boil.
That's when I knew that I loved her.
Saving her and Mila that day from Mason was terrifying, thinking I could lose her even though she wasn't mine. I would take a bullet for her again in a heartbeat.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked me as she crossed her arms making her breasts slightly rise.
Even as she worse fitted black pants that hugged every curve with a floral blue shirt, it still turned me on. If she can do this tome fully clothed, god knows what she can do when she's naked.
It's been so long.
I slowly stepped forward as I undid the first button in my shirt, slightly smirking I could see her suck in a breath. She glanced out of the window and twiddle with her fingers, no wedding ring anymore.
Thank god she's left him.
"I told you, Hope," I undid another button revealing the top of my muscled chest, "I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk."
Another step, "I will fuck you till your screaming my name for everyone to hear."
Another button undone and another step closer to her, she bit her lip as she looked up and all I wanted to do was bite her lip instead. To taste her sweet lips, and feel them against my skin.
Now I was stood in front of her and my shirt was fully undone, her eyes were trained on me. She was trying her hardest to not look down.
I bent slightly till my lips brushed against her ear, "I'm going to see how many times I can make you orgasm, using my fingers, tongue and my dick." I said bluntly.
