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The hotel lobby was quieter than usual when we stepped inside, Caesar yawning against Hunter’s shoulder, his little fist rubbing sleep from his eyes.
The childcare center attendant smiled as she brought his tiny backpack over.
“Big night?” she teased, her eyes flicking to my hand.
The diamond caught the lobby lights and winked back at her.
Hunter’s arm tightened around me, as if even acknowledging the ring might tempt fate.
By the time we returned to the suite, Caesar had perked up a little, his natural curiosity winning against his drowsiness. He tugged at my hand as we stepped through the door.
“Where did you go? Why are you dressed like that?” His big blue eyes darted between <ol><li>us. </li></ol>
I crouched to his level, brushing his curls back. “We went somewhere special, sweetheart. Daddy and I… we got married tonight.”
For a moment he just stared, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O.‘ Then he squealed so loud I thought the chandelier above us might shatter.
‘You’re my Mommy Reid now? For real?”
The words hit me like a lightning strike straight to the heart. Tears pricked my eyes, and I nodded, cupping his little cheeks.
“For real.”
Hunter looked down at us, his face unguarded in a way I so rarely saw–his fierce, handled calm stripped away, leaving nothing but love.
He knelt beside me, wrapping both Caesar and me into his arms until we were one tangled heap on the hotel carpet.
“My family,” Hunter whispered, like he couldn’t believe the words belonged to him.
Later, we tucked Caesar into the massive hotel bed, his favorite stuffed dinosaur tucked under one arm. Hunter read aloud from the storybook Caesar had insisted on bringing from home, his deep voice gentling with every line.
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I watched them from the doorway, the sight of this man–this man who carried so much darkness–softening for a little boy, undoing mepletely.
When Caesar’s breaths evened into sleep, Hunter closed the book softly and set it aside. He brushed a kiss against his son’s forehead, staying longer than usual.
“Sleep well, buddy,” he murmured.
I tugged the door almost shut, leaving just enough open for me to peek in if Caesar stirred.
When I turned back, Hunter was waiting with two sses–champagne for himself, water for me. He held mine out, and as I took it, his hand covered mine and then slid, slowly, to rest against my stomach.
The world went still.
“I couldn’t wait for perfect anymore,” he said, voice low, almost hoarse. “I want this. I want you. To love you, raise our children, grow old with you–starting tonight.”
The confession stole the breath from my lungs. My ss trembled in my hand until I set it aside on the table, then I reached for him.
The first kiss starts gently, almost hesitant, but as my fingers tangle in his shirt, something inside him snaps. His hands frame my face, his mouth nting over mine with a hunger that has been caged too long.
Hunter lifts me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bed, the world shrinking until there is only the heat of his body, the way
Heys me down like I am something precious.
The dim light from the window balcony casts a soft glow on his face, his features etched with a raw intensity that mirrors the storm inside me.
His shirtes away between soft gasps and quietughter, the fabric sliding over his shoulders to reveal the hard nes of his chest.
My dress follows, slipping down my shoulders, pooling at my
waist, as his hands brush over my skin like a vow.
“God, Celine, I don’t deserve this,” he whispers against my corbone, his breath warm and unsteady. “Don’t deserve you.”
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I trace the contours of his back, my fingers lingering on the scars I’ve only glimpsed before. “Yes, you do,” I reply firmly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.
“You’re mine now. No more running, Hunter. No more fear.”
He looks at me then, bare and respectful, as if he’s seeing the rest of his lifeid out before him, burning hotter than any touch.
His eyes, dark and infinite, hold mine captive, and in that moment, I know we’re both falling—falling into something deeper, something neither of us can escape.
When his mouth finds mine again, the world dissolves into a symphony of touch and taste. His lips are demanding, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth with a hunger that leaves me breathless.
I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel the weight of him, the heat of him, against every inch of my skin.
His hands move with purpose, mapping the curves of my body like he’s memorizing them. Every brush of his fingers feels like a im, every kiss like a promise.
He trails kisses down my neck, his breath hot against my skin,
His teeth grazing my shoulder in a way that makes me arch into him, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“Hunter,” I whisper, my voice thick with need, but he silences me with another kiss, deeper this time, his hands sliding down to cup my hips, pulling me closer still. <fn1085> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find_Novel(.</fn1085>
The room spins, the world narrows, until there’s only him,
only this, only the way his body moves in sync with mine.
He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching mine, as if asking for permission he doesn’t need. I nod, my fingers threading through his hair, urging him closer.
“No more fear<i>,</i>” I murmur, and he kisses me again, his touch growing bolder, more desperate.
His hands slide down my thighs, his fingers tracing the hem of my dress, pushing it further down until it’s a forgotten heap on the floor.
My breath catches as his lips follow, kissing a path down my stomach, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin there.
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I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair, my body arching off the bed as he continues his slow, torturous descent.
“Hunter,” I breathe, my voice a plea, and he looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Please.”
He smiles, a wicked glint in his eyes, before his mouth finds me, his tongue tracing patterns that make me shudder and cry out.
His hands hold me steady, his touch firm but gentle, as he worships me with a longing that leaves me trembling, my body coiling tighter and tighter until I’m on the edge, teetering, ready to fall.
“Hunter,” I moan, my voice breaking, but he doesn’t stop, his mouth relentless, his fingers joining in, pushing me
further, higher, until I’m screaming his name, my body convulsing as I shatter around
him.
He kisses his way back up, his lips brushing mine, his breath unsteady.
“Your turn,” I whisper, my hands pulling him up, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my release.
He hesitates, his eyes flickering with hesitation, but I silence his doubts with a kiss, my hands guiding him, showing him what I need.
He follows my lead, his touch hesitant at first, but growing more confident as I moan his name, my body arching into his.
The room is filled with the sounds of our desire–soft gasps, whispered pleas, the wet slide of skin on skin. His hands are everywhere, his mouth devouring, his body moving with a rhythm that matches my own.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, all of him, against <ol><li>me. </li></ol>
“Celine,” he groans, his voice thick with need, and I smile, my hands guiding him, showing him where I need him most.
He enters me slowly, his eyes locked on mine, his face a mix of awe and desperation. “No more fear,” I whisper, my hands on his hips, urging him deeper.
He moves with a beat that’s both tender and fierce, his body driving into mine with a
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hunger that matches my own.
The bed creaks beneath us, the world narrows to the feel of him, the heat of him, the way he fills mepletely.
“Hunter…..,” I cry out, my nails digging into his back, my body tightening around him as I spiral toward the edge again.
He follows, his movements growing more urgent, his breathing in ragged gasps as he whispers my name, his voice a raw, desperate plea.
And then we’re falling, together, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we shatter, our cries mingling in the dimly lit room.
He copses on top of me, his weight afort, his heart pounding against mine as we lie there, breathless.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his voice steady but filled with wonder. “You were right, Celine. No more fear.”
I smile, my hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, knowing this is the final chapter, a closure that brings us both peace and a future together.
“No more running,” I whisper, and he kisses me, soft and slow, his lips sealing the vow we’ve both made.
After, wey tangled together, skin still slick with heat, the city lights spilling across us through the curtains. Hunter’s arm was heavy around me, his hand again resting against my stomach.
“Mrs. Reid,” he murmured into my hair, as if testing how the name felt in his mouth.
I smiled into his chest. “Mr. Reid.” For once, there were no shadows, no storms, no threats waiting at the edges.
There was only us–Hunter, Celine, and Caesar. A family.
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