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“Then you should probably get down on your knees,” she suggested with a smirk.

“I believe I was just on my knees a minute ago.”

“Yeah, but that was for something else.”

“You’re a very demanding woman.”

“Is that a problem?”

He released her. “No. I like a challenge.” He went down on one knee and looked up at her, serious now. “Winter, will you be my wife, my eternal mate, my forever?”

Tears brimmed at her eyes and she sniffled. “Yes, yes, of course. Oh Logan!”

He jumped up and kissed her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, where he laid her on the sheets. She looked up at him, love and affection shining in her eyes. How had he ever been so blind not to see she loved him as much as he loved her? What had taken him so long?

“Can we have a short engagement?” she asked breathlessly.

“The shortest engagement you can think of.” He began to get undressed. “This will be our wedding night.” There was no need to wait, nor to explain to her that the bonding ritual would kill them both if their love wasn’t true. He had no such fear, because their love for each other was real, true, and deep.

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“Tonight?” Winter stared at him, trying to digest his words. Did he mean to say that they wouldn’t have to waste time waiting for arrangements to be made, for a wedding to be planned, and all that useless stuff that went with it? “But we need a minister or some sort of government official, don’t we?”

Undeterred, Logan continued shedding his clothes. “Stealth Guardians don’t get married in the traditional way. We don’t need a minister or a justice of the peace. There will be no witnesses.”

“And it is legal?”

He rid himself of his last piece of clothing and slid one knee on the mattress beside her. “Oh, my love, it will not only be legal, it will be the strongest bond anybody can form. It will give you immortality and tie us together for eternity.”

Immortality, eternity. Those words hummed in her body like a second heartbeat. “You mean I’ll become like you? A Stealth Guardian?”

He rolled over her, pushing her legs apart to settle at her center, his cock poised at her pussy. “No. You’ll still be a psychic, but you won’t age, you’ll remain young with me by your side. Because what we’ll share tonight will tie our hearts together. Do you want this?”

Winter slid her hand to his nape and felt him shiver at the touch. “Yes, Logan, I want you, I want everything so we can be together forever. I love you.”

She suddenly felt his cock jerk, and shifted to get closer, when Logan thrust forward and drove into her. “I love you, Winter, with all my heart.” Seated deep inside her, he stilled and caressed her cheek. “Making love tonight will be different. It’ll be the Stealth Guardian way. You’ll feel things you’ve never felt until now. And through it, we’ll bond.”

“How?”

“Just follow my lead. I’ll guide you.”

She pulled his head to her and kissed him, showing him that she trusted him. Logan began to move inside her, his cock filling her, stretching her, so familiar, yet so exciting. They’d made love every night since they’d returned to the compound. And every night she’d felt as if it couldn’t possibly get any better—and then it did. Logan was a passionate lover, a man with a healthy appetite and immense stamina.

She loved the way he looked at her when he made love to her, just like he did now. It made her feel like she was the only person in the world. And to know that he loved her, truly loved her without reservations was more than she’d ever hoped for.

She felt her heartbeat accelerate every time their bodies came together with one long thrust, connecting not just on a physical level, but on a spiritual one, too. Everything seemed to disappear, to blur, as if her vision was swimming. She blinked, wondering if she was crying with joy, but when she opened her eyes again, her vision was even blurrier than before. Around them, a mass of fog was swirling, and she felt as if they were floating.

“Wh—?”

“Don’t be afraid, my love. I’m doing this,” Logan said softly, and kissed her.

Then she felt it, felt an energy surge inside her, fill her, strengthen her. Every cell of her body seemed to rejuvenate. Her heart beat excitedly, her pulse drummed in her veins, and farther below, where Logan’s cock drove into her, her muscles pulsed with renewed vigor. Her clit was close to exploding. The approach of an orgasm had never felt so intense.

Logan severed the kiss and pulled his head back. “I’ve given you my virta, my life force. Look at your arms.”

She snapped her head to the side, lifted one arm closer to her face. “Oh my God!” Her skin shimmered golden. “What’s happening to me?”

Logan slowed his thrusts. “I’m sharing myself with you.”

Astonishment and wonder spread in her. “It’s beautiful.” Everything inside her felt free and strong.

“Now you have to send it back to me, to complete the circle.” He looked at her hand. “Lay your hand over my heart.”

Winter placed her hand over Logan’s heart and watched in fascination. Her own heart seemed to suddenly be on fire—not in a destructive kind of way, but like a soothing flame. She felt that heat travel through her now, upward to her shoulder, then down along her arm. She could see the flames now, watched them travel to her hand and into her fingers. From there, tiny little sparks seemed to explode and pierce Logan’s skin.

Logan threw his head back and groaned, but he didn’t pull back, and she continued sending more of his virta back to him. She understood now, because she was connected to him. She saw his heart. Saw it beat for her, saw his love for her and knew it was true and strong. She saw his honor, his goodness, saw everything she loved about him. And she saw something else. She saw a vision of herself in the future. Herself and Logan, and the life they would create together. One day.

“Logan,” she murmured, “oh, my love.” Tears blurred her vision now and she allowed them to come. They were tears of joy and relief.

They would both live and love. They would be together. Happy.

She locked eyes with him. “You’re mine now. My guardian. My hero. My love.”

A soft smile played on his lips. “Nobody will ever take you away from me again. I promise.” He brushed his lips to her. “And now it’s time I pleasure my wife so she won’t have any complaints about her new husband’s performance in bed.”

And Logan did just that. Indeed, she had no complaints, because it turned out that the golden shimmer his virta had left on her skin, was still there. And as long as she shimmered golden, every touch from Logan sent another wave of pleasure through her body, making her climax again and again.