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“Marry me.”

I’m speechless. I have no words.

“I want you to marry me.”

“I know.” I smile as I bend and kiss him. “I want you to marry me back,” I whisper through my tears, onto his lips.

“Is that a yes?”

I nod. “That’s a hell fucking yeah.” I laugh. He stands and lifts me, and then throws me onto the bed. I bounce hard.

He stands, and as his dark eyes hold mine, he takes his shirt off and then slowly slides his jeans down.

My breath catches. He was muscular before, but now… there are no words to describe his physique. Tall and broad with a chiselled, cut stomach, and a distinct V of muscles that go down to his groin.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

His huge cock hangs heavily between his legs and my sex clenches in appreciation.

Good God. Bad Boy Heaven in all its glory… and he loves me.

He sits me up, takes my dress over my head, and then lies me back and slides my panties down my legs.

I can hardly breathe as I lie naked before him. His eyes roam all over my flesh as if memorising every inch of my skin. “Open your legs,” he whispers.

I open my legs slightly and he pushes them back to the mattress and stares at me for a moment as I see a myriad of emotions cross his face.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Nothing.”

I frown.

“You don’t know how long I have thought of this moment.”

“What have you thought about?” I ask as I bring my hand up to cup his face.

“To have you wearing my ring. To have you naked in my bed. To have you love me.”

“And I do,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”

He kisses me softly and crawls over me, sliding home in one deep thrust. We both groan out in pleasure.

He pulls out slowly and slides in deep again, and as he lifts his body up onto his straightened arms, he smiles broadly. “Honey, I’m home.”

I laugh out loud as he slams into me again.

Fairy tales do come true.

Super heroes are real.

Epilogue

Five years later.

“Ah, baby, careful.” I run to the bottom of the stairs as the little diaper behind tries to climb up. I pick her up and put her onto my hip.

Molly is two, cheeky as hell, and into everything… just like her dad. She squeals in delight and tries to wriggle free.

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