“Love you. Love you. Love you,” I told him in time with the rocking of my hips.

His bound wrists were released. I didn’t notice until the scarf I had used was tangled in my hair.

He used his strong arms to help move me faster. In the reflection of the window, I watched as my body rocked up and down.

“Changing it up.” His voice was deep and growly.

I tilted my head back as he sat up to kiss my neck. He fisted my hair and licked from between my breasts to the inside of my mouth.

Carnal. Feral. Desperate.

And then we were off the table. Austin had straight man-handled my body to carry me. I was on the couch before I could get my balance back. He picked one of my legs up and wrapped it over his shoulder.

When he entered me, he made sure to put his hand between us and give me friction so I could feel full and ignited at the same time.

He was close to me now. He slid my leg off his shoulder, and soon we were chest-to-chest. Face-to-face. He slowed, and the strain in his neck told me it wasn’t easy.

“You are everything.”

“I love you.”

We whispered things to each other. Promises, prayers, until he lost the use for words. I met him, thrust for thrust. He was sweating, and now, so was I. I was building to my orgasm, but he went before me. His thrusts slowed as he tensed. As soon as he was done, one more motion from his hand sent me crashing to my own release. I spasmed around him, hugging him from the inside.

Spent, he snuggled next to me on the couch.

We were boneless, stupid, and panting, but smiling. The look of pure satisfaction and adoration on his face made me glow.

It was the start of the forever I’d been waiting patiently for.

EPILOGUE

AUSTIN

At Taylor’s graduation party, I had to threaten a few guys to let me dance with her. Between Gaze’s basketball teammates, my brothers, my father, and her father, she was a hot ticket to get a chance with.

I loved her ice blue form fitting dress. It was one of my first designs that was mass-produced. We were sourcing ethical fabric and workers.

The color matched her eyes, even to the ombre hues toward the hem.

“Kitten.” I held out my hand to her.

We had on matching polish and our unisex makeup box had provided us both with eyeliner. I had been wearing a pink bracelet to honor Endgame lately. And I noticed she had on the same type today. I touched her wrist.