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All my muscles squeeze up tightly as I curl into Axel, and my whole world burns to the ground as I scream my orgasm. Axel roars and sinks so fucking deep inside me as his release ravages his massive, muscled body. We cry out and hold onto each other as we fall into the very depths of pleasure.
After an eternity of intense, sharp ecstasy, I finally open my eyes. Axel is lying on his side next to me, drawing a line with his fingertips from my sternum to my belly button and back again.
“There you are,” he whispers, nuzzling into my neck and kissing me there. “How do you feel, baby? Are you okay?”
I inhale a shaky breath and try to get my heart to stop thrashing around in my chest. Axel drifts his fingers over my skin, bringing me back to reality with his touch.
“Breathe for me, love,” he says gently, pressing his lips to my temple. “That’s it. Good girl.”
With my breathing and heart rate finally under control, I turn my head toward Axel and take in his warm blue eyes, strong jaw with the perfect amount of sexy stubble, and soft lips pulling up into a gentle smile.
I return his smile and bite my bottom lip. Axel grasps my chin in between his thumb and forefinger, gently tugging my lip from the grasp of my teeth so he can kiss me. It's slow and tender, as if we have a lifetime of moments like this.
As if reading my thoughts, Axel pulls back and rubs his nose up and down mine. “What do you say, princess? Are you ready to spend forever with me?”
Tears immediately spring into my eyes as I smile with all the love and gratitude I have in my heart. I nod vigorously, my smile growing bigger by the second.
Axel grins. “I’m gonna need to hear you say it, love.”
"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" The words are barely out of my mouth before Axel crashes his lips down on mine.
When we break apart, he chuckles and rolls onto his back, tucking me into his side. “Good to know I can get you to say yes to pretty much anything after giving you four orgasms.”
I roll my eyes playfully, which makes Axel bend and kiss my eyelids. I sigh and snuggle closer to him, letting my fingers roam over the hard muscles in his chest and abs.
This princess can’t wait for the happily ever after her prince has promised.
EPILOGUE
Axel
“Three, two, one… Here I come, ready or not!” I shout across the yard.
It takes less than ten seconds for me to spot every single one of the kids currently hiding in my backyard. Between Hawk and Rider’s rugrats, Blade’s three little hellions, and my two trouble makers, there are nine kids here who absolutely suck at hide-and-seek.
I’m a good sport though, taking a few steps toward the slide, where two little girls are huddled up. Gemma informed me several years ago that when kids play hide-and-seek, they don’t want to be found right away. I told her they should find better spots, but she wasn’t having any of that. Apparently, I’m supposed to be a mature adult and play the game so the kids can have fun. She then promised that we’d always play a fun game after where we both win.
God, I love her.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I somehow love my princess more today than I did that first day we met in the graveyard nearly ten years ago. Gemma has refined her punk-rock style slightly, but her wardrobe is still mostly black and neon. She gets her nails professionally done these days, thanks to her hugely successful true crime YouTube channel, Grave Secrets.
She confided in me shortly after we got married that she always wanted to try a video format of her podcast, but she never wanted to film in her trailer. As soon as I heard that, I took her shopping for a camera and a new computer with enough RAM to run video editing software.
My gorgeous, talented, brilliant wife hit one million subscribers in less than a year, and she’s expanded her brand into a whole network of true crime podcasts and shows. I couldn’t be prouder of her and everything she’s accomplished.
The girls hiding under the slide start to giggle, pulling me back into the moment. I feign looking everywhere but under the slide, scratching my chin and then shrugging before moving on to the bushes, where my son is fidgeting.
Brandon just turned five last month, and I swear the little man has enough energy to power a super computer. He can’t sit still to save his life, thus making him one of the worst hide-and-seekers in the world. Love the kid.
Taking a few steps up and down the row of bushes, I notice Patricia, our eight-year-old, lying on her back on top of a dirt mound from a yard project I have yet to finish. I grin and shake my head, loving that my daughter is as unique as her mother.
I take the search party farther into the backyard, walking around the perimeter of my toolshed. When I get to the open door, I’m caught off-guard when a hand snakes out and grabs mine.
“What–”
Gemma’s sweet strawberries and cream scent fills my lungs, and I pull my wife into my arms as I walk us backward into the darkened shed.
“Found you,” I whisper onto her lips before taking them as my own. Gemma sinks into my embrace, her hands sliding up my chest and wrapping around my neck.
