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He gave me exactly what I wanted.

He fucked me hard and fast, with a desperation that made me see stars behind my eyelids.

“You.”

Thrust!

“Are.”

Thrust!

“Mine.”

He buried himself so deeply that I was completely destroyed.

Claimed.

Adored.

And deeply loved.

I panted as I fisted his wet hair, my body completely shattering.

“I love you!” The words were ripped from my throat by the emotion coursing through my soul.

My core spasmed savagely around Brock’s cock.

“I fucking love it when you come all over my cock,” he rasped against my neck. “Milk me hard, baby.”

White-hot pleasure flowed over me.

He’d finally lost it, and I wallowed in the sound of my name on his lips and his guttural groan as he found his own release.

We stilled, and we stayed just like that as we struggled to catch our breath.

This man gave me everything he had to give and more every single time he touched me, and it rocked me clear down to my soul.

“How did I ever get lucky enough to make you mine?” Brock asked huskily against my neck.

My heart tripped and happy tears filled my eyes as I held him just a little bit tighter.

I didn’t bother to tell him that I was the lucky one.

I’d told him that more times than I could count, and he never believed it.

But I knew.

Brock Miller was my person.

He’d changed my life and filled all the lonely places in my soul.

There was nothing else I could do to show him how lucky I felt.

I’d just have to keep loving him with every beat of my heart, and I was perfectly fine with that.

Chapter 32

Sara