“I have to go to New York next week,” I began. “How about you and your men accompany me? I have some...loose ends to cut off. If Connors is on board, he'll be coming too.”
Jeremy nodded. “Consider it done.”
The men who have been trying to kill me helped me take down our biggest enemy, and now, they are working with me.
Funny how shit turned out.
An hour later, I was buried inside my angel as she clawed at my back, adding to my scars.
“Col,” she moaned, arching her back as my cock stretched her. I smiled into her neck, loving her nickname for me, how whole it made me feel. “Dr. Stevens said to take it easy,” she reminded me, breathless as I pulled out and thrusted back into her sweet pussy.
“Daddy has to fuck you good, angel,” I whispered in her ear as I began fucking her slow. “I missed you so much, Karina.”
"Oh, fuck,” she cried as her thighs tightened around my body, holding me closer.
“You going to be a good girl and come all over your demon’s cock? Hm?” I picked up the pace, gripping her hips as I pounded into her. Bullet in my chest be damned, I needed to feel my angel come. Knowing that I—her demon—was the only one who could make her come only urged me on more.
“Yes! Yes!”
I kissed her before I rose up and wrapped my hand around her throat. Her blonde hair was splayed out on my pillow, and her gorgeous tits bounced with every punishing thrust. Giving her throat a gentle squeeze, I growled, “Milk this cock, baby."
That did it.
She screamed my name and how much she loved me, tightening around me. I saw stars, heaven, and most of all—her.
Our future flashed behind my eyelids: happiness, power, love…children. Knowing that, someday, she would be swollen with my child and that she would love that baby with everything she fucking had—did it for me. My head fell back, my jaw slack as my hands found her hips, pulling her down onto my cock over and over as my spine tingled.
As I spilled inside her, I dropped down and said three words I’d never thought I would say.
“I love you.”
Epilogue
Gwen
One year later
“Daddy! Momma is trying to lift something heavy again!”
For fuck’s sake. That boy.
My six-year-old son looked at me, his hazel eyes burning into my soul as his little lips turned into a frown.
I was trying to get my bookshelves set up in my new home library, and just when I started to lift a box of books, Aiden caught me red-handed.
“Baby girl!” My husband boomed from downstairs. A second later, I heard his boots marching up the stairs. He appeared in the doorway, a similar look on his face as his son. He gently moved Aiden out of the way and charged towards me.
Dean’s hair was down, stopping at his collarbone. Over the last three months, he'd been growing out his beard for a job. He looked like a mountain man, and all I wanted to do was jump him and rid—
The box of books was snatched out of my hands and set on my desk. With a grunt, he surveyed the floor of boxes and murmured something about it not being safe. He turned to me, pulling me to him and placing a hand on my belly. ,“No,” he growled, sending shivers down my spine.
“Dean, I was just—”
He leaned down, his hand snaking up into my hair, holding me in place. “I said no. You need something, you call me. You want something, you call me. You don’t put any strain on your body. You be a good girl and rest. Aiden and I will get anything you need. Isn’t that right, son?”
“Yes, sir,” he said proudly, hugging my legs. “My little brother needs his rest in your belly, Momma.” My hand brushed through his dirty blonde locks, and I smiled down at him.
“What if you get a little sister?” I asked softly as Dean pressed a kiss onto my head.
