Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
He thrusts deep within me, the sensation shooting through me and sending me screaming out with need. My arms wrap around him, and I hold him close, his embrace growing tighter by the moment. I can barely hang on, but I know the longer I do, the more intense the orgasm will be.
One more stroke. I’m crying out, damn near screaming at him so loud, they have to be hearing me from the town below.
It hits me so hard. I screech at the top of my lungs as my climax runs wild through my body, my heart beating against my rib cage as my vision blurs from the absolute intensity.
Tristian hits his peak, too, his cock throbbing deep within as my pussy squeezes him for all he’s worth, doing what nature intends for him to unleash all of his seed into me, greedy for its warmth and potency.
God, it feels too good. So pleasurable. Powerful. At that moment, we’re together, the closest to heaven that any person can possibly be on earth.
We ride out this thrill and soon are panting, sweat drenching our beautiful naked selves. His cock still throbs inside me, his hardness not wavering. It’s fading, but I’m in no rush to get off him. Instead I lay on top of him, purring with content, enjoying the serenity of our moment together.
I then notice a new tattoo, one over his heart. My name, stylistically written on a ribbon with the words “Property of” dangling above it.
“Marking yourself as mine, I see,” I say, running my finger over that part of his chest, of which I am sure is still tender.
The way Tristian winces slightly tells me my guess was correct. “Felt right. Closest I can get your name to my heart without getting surgery and tattooing it on one of my ribs.”
“You don’t have to go that far, lover boy. This is more than sweet enough.” I tease him a bit more. Maybe he’d grow to like it. “Although, I could have made you look damn foolish by turning you down.”
“You wouldn’t have. You don’t pop the question unless you’re certain what the answer is going to be.”
“So sure of that, eh, lover boy?”
“Didn’t we have this whole conversation of not worrying about things that aren’t going to happen? Or didn’t happen? You’re mine now, Serena, and that’s that.”
I chuckle as I kiss him again. “Maybe I should get one too. With your name.”
“A special bonus wedding-ringlike thing just for the two of us?”
“Yeah.”
“That’d be wonderful.”
God, marriage on top of everything else.
And I’m not even twenty yet.
I wonder what miracles I must have worked in my past life to have life turn out so damn good.
epilogue
SERENA
No one was really surprised when I announced my engagement to Tristian.
I guess all the time I spent with him and how I wouldn’t shut up about him when he wasn’t around kinda gave up the game.
And I guess girls in Evergreen Valley tend to fall in love hard and fast. My brother’s engagement and marriage came quickly, as did all of his closest friends.
Now, it is our wedding day.
I’m surrounded by plenty of examples, and many of them have been together for close to two years at this point, and they’re all incredibly happy, and their relationships are flled with loyalty and love.
The Moore homestead is seeing another marriage today, not too long after my brother’s. My parents were absolutely thrilled, and I’m already getting my ear talked off about grandchildren.
Lavender recently announced her pregnancy with her and Hawk’s child. I thought that maybe it would spare me such speculation, but moms are going to do mom things sometimes.
She’s going to have to wait. I’m going to get my veterinary license and set up my practice. Evergreen Valley needs me. Family is important, but I’m young. I got time.
Tristian, of course, is behind me all the way. He’s got his own stuff to figure out, but he does tell me he looks forward to being a father someday soon.
The setup of my marriage ceremony isn’t too terribly different from Hawk’s. Lots of people gathered to celebrate our love and devotion for one another.
Savannah and Hunter sit together, Savannah carrying a newborn daughter of their own, their second, their first son sitting next to them quietly. The new daughter’s name is Robin, something that stirred another stupid yet wonderful debate between Tristian and I. They’ve been growing a custom-furniture business out of Hunter’s crafts, and it's been doing very well. Good old-fashioned hardwood that’ll last a hundred years seems awfully rare in today’s society.
Char and Bear’s journey into parenthood isn’t as far along. Char’s only just starting to show. They’ve taken a special interest in Tristian and I, helping him on his journey in setting down roots and easing me into being a good wife. They even got me to do sewing with her and Savvy on weekends.