Page 71 of The Wounds We Heal

Placing my beer back down, I watch as Dean runs his hand through his wet hair, sweeping it off his face as he strides up the beach in just a pair of black shorts that sit perfectly on his hips. His golden skin glistens in the setting sun, highlighting every perfect inch of him.

“You’re dribbling Ana.” Sophia teases and on instinct I wipe the back of my hand across my chin to find it dry. I shove her shoulder with mine, teasing her for catching me in the act of drooling over the man I love, but there’s no way I couldn’t.Everything about him oozes sex and power as he comes closer to us with Eli, the girls and Lyla catching up behind him.

My gaze never leaves his, even when he leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead, I stare up at him.

“You alright mama?” He asks, placing his fingers under my chin, gently running his thumb across my bottom lip. I nod and give him a true smile, one that doesn’t feel forced or fake. It feels true and right. Everything about this time right now just feelsright.

Dean steps to the side to grab a beer from the cooler when the twins bombard us, jumping all over me and Sophia.

“Let’s play mermaids!” Elena says with so much joy, there’s no way I can tell her no when she’s looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, mermaids it is!” Standing up from the sand, I brush it off my shorts then turn to face Dean to see if he wants to come with us. Instead I’m met with him on one knee, his skin still speckled in ocean water, his hair loosely swept back off his face and a velvet green ring box in his hand, open to reveal a beautiful emerald diamond ring that seems to glow in the sunlight.

My eyes find everyone else, noticing they aren’t as shocked as I am, instead their smiles are wide and bright, anticipating my answer.

“Annabelle..” Dean starts and I snap my gaze back to him, tears already welling in my eyes. “I know our relationship has been chaotic and crazy from the start, but I knew at that moment when you found yourself at my garage, that you were the one for me, and I truly believe that we both had to go through the things we went through to find each other, that we had to walk through hell to find our other halves, and you’re it for me mama. There will never be anyone else, not in this life or the next.”

“Everything that I am is yours, and I’m asking you now, to do me the honour of not only becoming my best friend, but my wife. To let me love you until the last breath leaves our lungs, to protect and cherish you, forever and always. So, will you marry me and make me yours?”

My heart batters around in my chest like a caged bird that’s ready to break free and I can’t stop the tears that now stream down my face at Dean’s proposal. I don’t even have to think about my answer, I’ve already known it for a long time.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I chant and immediately Dean rises to his full height and sweeps me off my feet, lifting me into his arms, my thighs wrapped around his middle. He smashes his mouth to mine and I return the kiss tenfold, pouring every ounce of love I have into him.

Cheers and claps erupt around me as our small little unit congratulates us. Dean lowers me to my feet in the sand and gently slides the ring onto my finger, it fits perfectly, like it was always meant to be there.

“It’s beautiful.” I say, turning my hand to admire it in the low sun. “Thank you, so much.” Dean pulls me into his side and kisses my temple. “You don’t ever need to thank me for something that I want to do, and this is everything that I wanna do, pretty girl. To keep you forever.”

His words warm my soul, and I take one look up at the orange sky to make sure that Emily is watching, then I join the group in celebrating us, and for the first time in a long time I don’t feel guilty for being happy.

I’ll always remember my time in captivity, how it shaped and molded me into something different, somethingstronger.That place, thatpersontried to break me but I kept going, even when I didn’t want to and I know that if I had fallen down and stayedthere, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

So thank you Ricky, for showing me how relationships shouldn’t be so that I could find out how theyshouldbe.

My wife is so fucking tight. The way her pussy grips my cock has me seeing stars as I ram into her from behind. The wooden desk in her office scratches against the floor with every thrust, leaving lines in the oak wood floor but I couldn’t give a shit, I can replace the floor but I’ll never replace my wife.

“Fuck, Dean.. don’t stop.” She moans, her skirt bunched around her waist with black stockings that are practically painted onto her luscious thighs. I couldn’t help myself, as soon as she got off a call with her editor, I needed to have her and seeing her in this fucking skirt makes me want to rip it to shreds so no one else gets to see her in it.

Lifting my hand from her hips, I crack it against her plump ass and she moans heavily against the desk then turns her face to the side to look back at me, those ocean eyes filled with heated lust.

“Be my good boy and do it again.” Her taunt has me thrusting deeper inside her, fucking her to the point where she has topush her fingernails into the desk to keep steady. Raising my hand again, I swing it, making sure it lands right on the globe of her ass. The sound splits the room and she cries out in ecstasy, pushing her pussy back on my cock, using me to fuck herself.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this baby, bent over the desk, your ass red from my hand.” I say through gritted teeth. My wife moans at my words and I piston my hips into her, our skin slapping together until I can feel my impending orgasm coiling at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tightly.

“You better fucking come for me wife. I want this whole world to know who you belong to. Who fucks you senseless every night, who’s cock you cum all over.”

Twisting my hand into her perfectly curled hair, I use the thick locks to pull her upwards so her back is plastered against my chest. She pants in my hold as I keep one hand in her hair and the other around her middle, sliding my cock in and out of her, feeling her juices soak my skin.

“Who owns you baby?” I murmur into her ear, inhaling her signature sweet scent that drives me insane.

“My husband.” She moans out.

The title has me thrusting deeper into her. “And who is your husband?”

“You, you’re my husband.”

“Damn right I am.” I say through gritted teeth and ram into her again, keeping her locked in place. “Now come all over your husband’s cock.”

Fire ignites my blood as she falls apart in my arms, her pussy milking me dry and I struggle to keep standing as my own orgasm fires through my system, sending me into a whole other universe.

“I love you, Dean.” She murmurs tiredly in my arms and I pull her closer, bringing my nose to her hair again. “And I love you, pretty girl.”

Seeing my wife thrive brings a sense of pride I’ve never felt before and nothing brings me more joy than sitting on our porch with Lyla and Stormy, our younger rescue German Shepherd, beer in hand, watching her personally sign boxes and boxes of her book. Everyday she’s worked tirelessly on writing her story in the hopes that it will help someone else out there in the world who’s been where she has.

This woman has changed my life for the better, and I thank whoever is listening every day that I get to claim her as my own. To have her as my wife for the rest of my life.