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“Fuck that,” he said, his eyes flashing anger. “No—”

“Listen,” I said, placing my fingertips over his lips to quiet his protest. “Just listen. Whatever this is, Five, it’s more than we even think. It’s bigger than us. And we’ve got to give it our all. They will never stop. If we slip through their fingers—if I slip through, even if you don’t—they’ll keep coming. They’ll go after Belle next. Then Jasmine. Then Ariel, and Oliver, and Cindy. If I am a target, it’s not about me. It’s about where I come from. It’s about the past. And they are patient people, Five. We both know that. And if they don’t get you, they’ll get Kate eventually.”

I have never seen so much fear in Five’s eyes before. We know who Kate really is. His father, Ford, is not her biological father. Her father was a very bad guy. Very. Bad. Guy. And even though we didn’t know it for sure back then, we both knew instinctively that he was well connected to the same people who are coming after us now. All this might be about Kate when it’s all said and done.

“I’d give myself up for you, Rory.”

“I know, Five. But just like you can’t live without me, I can’t live without you, either. You cannot walk out and expect me to just sit back here and let you take care of it. You can’t. I’m an asset. I can shoot a gun better than anyone I know except for my mom. I can fight, Five. I’m a fighter. Just… trust me.”

He gave in after that. I felt a little guilty for reminding him of just how many people are in danger if he fails on his own. I didn’t want to do that. But everything I said was the truth, and he knew that.

So he took me with him. And we came up with this plan. And tomorrow night, everything we plotted will be put to the test.

It hits me then. This might be our last night together.

But I don’t want to spoil this moment with words about the past. I can’t bear to think about all the many ways this might all go sideways. I just enjoy everything about this moment as I ease my body down, kissing his bare chest as I go.

The next time I look up, he’s got his eyes closed. His fingers thread through my hair, grabbing and releasing it in a rhythm that keeps us both focused on what’s coming.

I pull his pants down a little, releasing him. His cock is long, reaching up towards his belly button. My tongue darts out, almost involuntarily, and licks him.

“Rory,” he moans, pushing my head down onto him.

I open wider and take him in my mouth, my lips slipping over his head and down his shaft.

“Jesus,” he moans.

My head bobs up and down as he encourages me with a firm grip on my hair. Guiding me, urging me to take him deeper. I flatten my tongue against his hard length, making him breathe heavy as he says, over and over, “Yes, Princess. Just… like… that.”

My hand reaches down between my legs and begins to rub my clit in small circles as I continue to give him what he wants. What he needs. Hell, what we both need. I want him to feel at peace with our decision. I want him to know I love him more than anything in this entire world.

He is my world.

I let his cock fall out of my mouth because I need to tell him this right now. “I love you, Five.” He opens his eyes to see me. “I love you more than I will ever to be able to express with words. It’s a feeling in my chest, Five. It’s an ache and a feeling of longing. An uncontrollable want that lives inside me like fire. Like I might burst from this love. I might explode like a bomb and never be the same afterward.”

“Rory,” he says, his voice nothing but a low whisper. “Come here.”

I crawl up his body, dragging my hair over his chest and lean down to kiss his lips. We taste like each other now. Like we’re one person, melded together.

He flips me over, making me squeal louder than I should, since we’re making love in my bedroom, in the house of the enemy. But that worry passes when he covers my body with his and opens my legs.

I close my eyes and arch my back as he enters me, his cock stretching me until he’s inside, filling me up. Making all that aching inside me disappear and letting satisfaction and completeness take its place.

His hips rock slowly against mine. His mouth on my nipples, his hands squeezing my breasts.

This is the embodiment of love. This togetherness with a man you cannot live without. A man who makes you want to sacrifice yourself for just one more moment with him.

“I will never let you down,” he says, taking his kisses to my face. He kisses my cheek, my nose, my forehead, and finally my lips. “I will never let anything happen to you, Rory. I will always be there.”

But I want to tell him the same thing. I will never let them take him from me. I would rather die than let go and live on alone. I’d rather die.

But then he starts to push himself deeper inside me. Like he’s reaching for my soul. And a few seconds later he’s fucking the shit out of me with a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. His skin slaps against mine, our lovemaking becomes a soundtrack of pleasure.

Just before we come together, he kisses my mouth and swallows my scream. Moaning into me as we reach for heights of pleasure I’ve never dreamed possible.

I’m pretty sure the entire world knows we’re here having this moment of perfection together. Like there is no way to miss the fact that Princess Rory finally got her prince and they are living happily ever after, even if it only lasts this one second.

“Marry me,” he says, burying his head into my neck. “Right now.”