Page 163 of The Defiant Curse

His woman smelled like spicy cookies, and that familiarity that gave him so much peace.

It called to him.

For him, this was also a constant. Elizabeth’s scent made him hard.

Well, harder.

There was nothing he loved more than just being able to be with someone he loved, and this woman captured his heart many years ago.

Without her, there would be no him.

When his fingers wandered, she moaned.

It was that sound of pleasure that fed his, making him ravenous for her.

“Lyzee, my love,” he whispered, the sound sending waves of pleasure across his whole body.

It was beyond erotic.

Together, they explored, letting hands wander and lips follow.

As she found his erection, Elizabeth wrapped her fingers around it.

Ethan’s heart skipped in his chest at that delicious familiarity that was his woman.

There was no doubt he’d love her forever. No other woman had a place in his heart other than his daughters.

Only them.

“More,” he whispered, needing more.

As the flowers waved in the breeze, and the sun was falling lower on the horizon, they took that moment to be together.

His request for more was given and shared.

As Elizabeth continued to stroke his erection, Ethan left bites and nips on her flesh, sharing his soul with her.

In that field of flowers, they stayed skin-on-skin so that he could help her heal.

Elizabeth needed him, and that was all that mattered to Ethan.

Saving.

Her.

There was no better feeling in the world than to be her hero once again.

This was so valuable.

“I love you,” he said. “I’ll love you until the day I die, my wife. No matter where you go, I’m following. You’re home.”

Yeah, she believed him.

Why?

Because he came for her, and he was giving her the one thing she needed.

He hadn’t lost faith in them.