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I scrambled up on all fours, even though I couldn’t see his face. And if there was ever a time I wished I could, it was right then. I could hear his intake of breath. I could feel his body coil. But I couldn’t see it. It sounded great, it felt great, and I was sure the look in his eyes would be even better.

His calloused hands roamed my back, pushing my hair to the side as they went. His hands stopped moving, but then something better happened. He traced the first Greek letter of his name, and I looked over my shoulder the best I could to watch. And damn, I was thankful I did.

So much emotion was etched into his features it was breathtaking.

Wonder mixed with primal love and I loved my tattoo more in that moment than I ever had before.

“Mine,” he moaned.

He was nearing the last letter of his name—I didn’t have to see to know. His name was seared into my flesh, and I’d memorized each letter long ago. With one hand still using a finger to trace, his other moved between my legs and cupped my sex.

“Mine,” he repeated, as he thrust a finger inside of me. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

His hand moved from between my legs and the tip of his dick replaced his finger. In one fast, violent thrust he was fully inside of me.

“Oh, God,” I choked and my head fell forward.

I lost sight of Thad’s reaction, not that I would’ve been able to focus on it anyway. He was slowly gliding in and out in total contradiction to how he’d entered me.

“My beautiful Emmy.” His voice sounded hoarse, and my stomach fluttered at the sound.

He bent forward and kissed over the ink on my back, sending chills racing over my overheated skin.

“Thaddeus,” I whined, unable to say anything else.

“You did this,” he said and placed another open-mouthed kiss on my tattoo. His tongue came out licking over the letters. “You marked your pretty skin with my name. You branded yourself with my name and tied yourself to me for eternity, agápi mou. You are mine.”

“Yes, yours. For eternity.”

His body stilled and his mouth came to my ear. “Say it again,” he demanded.

“Yours, Thaddeus.”

He resumed his slow, lazy strokes when he growled, “When you come, I wanna hear my name falling from your pretty lips.”

“Okay,” I panted.

“Hold on, Emmy.”

“I am.”

“No, baby. Hold the fuck on, don’t ever let me go. I promise you I’ll never let you down.”

“I’m holding on, Thaddeus.”

“I want you to marry me.” It took a second for my sex-muddled brain to comprehend what he’d said. But I didn’t have a chance to respond, not that he’d exactly asked me a question, before he continued. “I want it legal. I want you to take my name. I want you to have the babies we talked about having. Which means, that damned thing you talked about that’s in your arm needs to come out.”

“Okay,” I moaned, because there was nothing else to say. I wanted those things, too.

“I want that to happen soon,” he went on.

“Okay.”

“We lost too much time. We’re not fuckin’ around this time, agápi mou.”

“Okay,” I repeated.

Only this time my answer came out breathy. This was because his hand slid down my stomach and he was strumming my clit as he spoke.