And I show her.
I show her all of it.
With my body.
With every touch.
With every kiss.
With every promise I don't even have to say out loud.
“It’s so good,” I groan as I slide my dick in and out of her sweet heat.
“Kai!”
She wraps herself around me, holding on tight, and lifts her big green gaze to mine, and I swear to God, it gets even better.
When I look down and see her sweet body moving in time with the rhythm I set, I realize something.
Mary Donahhue is my soulmate.
My destiny.
She is it for me.
For years, I thought I wasn't built for this.
For love.
For forever.
Turns out I was just waiting for her.
My Firecracker.
My wife-to-be.
My future.
And later, when we’ve exhausted ourselves on loving each other until we can’t move, and the lights are low and she's curled against me beneath the covers, breathing softly and stealing strawberries off the tray I'd arranged—I hold her close.
I kiss her softly.
And I think how strange the world is.
I mean, if not for that one arrogant councilman who didn't know when to keep his hands to himself, she might not be here.
Because if Joel Jonas hadn't been a complete piece of shit—I might never have found the woman who changed everything.
“Hey, Kai?”
“Yeah, Baby?”
“You know Father Peter is going to be unbearable now.”
I groan.
She giggles.