“What do you say we make our love official?” he growls.
Popping the lid reveals the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands as the giant gem sparkles in the light.
“Jemima Kay, will you marry me?” Zane intones, those navy eyes earnest and appealing. “I adore you more than life itself, and you’ve already given me so much. Please tell me you’ll become Mrs. Zane Cathcart.”
I can’t contain my tears and begin to sob.
“Yes,” I murmur. “I’d love to become Mrs. Cathcart. Yes, yes, yes!”
With that my handsome fiancé slips the ring on my finger and we both pause to admire the stone. It sparkles and shines, as if it’s always belonged on my hand and we both sigh with contentment. He leans forward to capture my mouth with his own again, one big hand slipping possessively over my tummy.
“I love you, Jemima Cathcart,” he growls, that blue gaze fierce. “I’ve made some mistakes, but now that you’re no longer a virgin, I plan on inseminating you again and again until we have a house full of children.”
I giggle.
“Like how many are you thinking?” I tease.
“Nine. Or ten,” he rasps, catching my mouth with his again. I don’t even have an opportunity to protest because soon, my man has me mewling and crying in his arms, ready for his hardness. Maybe I wasn’t a virgin, but I’m very much this man’s beloved, and he’ll hunt me until the last of his days.
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THE END