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  “I love you like this. So happy, no cares.”

  I nibble at her thumb as I hold her near. “Oh, I have cares, mo stór. I care what you feel, what you want, and what makes ya happy.” She smiles as her face warms, her eyes glazing over a bit. “But the reason I’m like this is because of ya. You’ve changed me. Bewitched me with your love and outlook on life. I want nothing more than to give ya everything and anything you might need.”

  It’s like she doesn’t even process what I say, but then she has to have because she says, “All I need is you.”

  Holding her close, I kiss her nose before falling into the depths of her sweet eyes. “Ya got me.”

  It isn’t as easy as I’d like to pull her away.

  As much as she says she didn’t want the party, she seems to be enjoying herself. She talks up everyone at the party, ignores the questions about the trial that is in a couple weeks, and even all questions about her wedding dress. I don’t get what’s the big deal about her dress, but it seems every lady we talk to, they want to know. I, for one, just want the damn day to get here so all this hoopla can be behind us for sure.

  Especially the trial.

  Every time I think about her sitting up there, reliving that night, I swear I want to come out of my skin. I don’t like the thought, not one bit, but she seems to be ready for it. I thought she was mad to wanting to pay for that gobshite’s ma’s housing, but I can tell it makes her happy. That pleases me, it does, but it’s not only that. She makes me proud. She has such a big heart. It’s one of the things I love most about her. While I could care less about helping that family, it does feel good to do something for someone who didn’t have control over her wanker of a son. Like Amberlyn said, it wasn’t her fault.

  I still won’t forgive the arsehole though.

  Sliding my hand down the inside of her arm, I lace my fingers with hers before kissing the spot by her ear. She looks up at me, and I can see the desire in her eyes. She is finally ready to leave. Taking her hand with my other, I let go of her fingers and place my hand at the small of her back as we head for the exit.

  But in true fashion, my ma stops us.

  She looks regal tonight, not that she ever looks any different, but tonight she really does look like a queen. Her hair is up in a huge bun, her whole body glittering with diamonds. Her dress is big and puffy, a light pink color. All she’s missing is a crown.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’m dead on my feet, Ma, ready for bed,” I explain, my hand sliding against Amberlyn’s bare back.

  “But the party isn’t over.”

  “For us it is.”

  “But you were late!” she all but yells.

  “So? It’s our party. We’re ready for bed,” I say before reaching out to squeeze her shoulders. “Goodnight, Ma.”

  “Goodnight, Mrs. O’Callaghan,” Amberlyn says as we step around her and into the hall. I’m surprised she doesn’t follow us but thankful too. I want to take my fiancée to bed. Walking closely together, we head toward the stairs, saying goodnight to all the people who pass us. It wasn’t that bad, I guess, but still I’d rather be in bed than prancing around this damn party.

  “It wasn’t that bad,” Amberlyn says and I laugh.

  “Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” I tell her, holding her close. “Yeah, it was bearable.”

  “I had fun.”

  “Grand, me too,” I agree. “But it did bother me that everyone brought up that wanker and the trial.”

  She shrugs as we turn the corner, taking the next set of stairs. You’d think that my family would invest in an elevator, but when Lena and I suggested that, our parents told us we were mad. Something about keeping the original bones of the house, and while I agree, I swear it feels like I am climbing the stairs of Hogwarts or something.

  “It’s really no big deal. I’m not nervous at all,” she assures me. I look over at her to see if her face says something else, but she looks confident. “I’ll go in, tell the truth, and he’ll go away. It’s pretty cut-and-dried. There are three witnesses who saw what happened. He has to pay for his crime, and the attorneys say there is no other way it can go. He’ll go away, which is what is best. Can’t go around shooting people ’cause you are upset.”

  “Especially the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with,” I say, kissing her temple.

  “Are you nervous?”

  I shake my head. “No, like ya said, it’s cut-and-dried. The lawyers think they’ll try to bring up the fact that we don’t like each other, but still that doesn’t give him the right to shoot me. I’m worried for Lena though.”

  “Yeah, me too. They’ll more than likely bring up their relationship.”

  “Yeah, even though it won’t do anything. Their breaking up doesn’t give him the right to shoot you.”

  “Absolutely,” she agrees as we finally reach our room. Wrapping my arms around her waist to keep her from moving anymore, I run my lips up and down her neck, nibbling at her ear and neck before sinking my teeth into her shoulder. She gasps out, her hands grasping mine as she leans back into me, lengthening her neck for me.

  “Mm,” I whisper against her neck as my hands travel up her body, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her dress. “Let’s take this off.”

  “In the room,” she gasps out, her ass pressing against my growing cock.

  “Yeah,” I agree, walking with her, our bodies pressed together as we head into the room.

  Shutting the door behind me, I lock it before turning her in my arms, meeting her lust-filled eyes. A small grin sits on her lips as I slowly run my hands down her bare arms, lacing my fingers with hers. Pulling her to me, I capture her mouth with mine. As we slowly kiss, teasing each other with our teeth and tongues, I let go of her hand and find the zipper to her dress before slowly pulling it down. She pulls back from our kiss, looking up at me as I catch the front of her dress. With her eyes on me, I slowly bring the dress down her body, replacing the fabric with my lips, kissing her in various spots as her dress hits the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicks it to the side as I slowly undo the straps to the gold heels on her feet. Taking each of them off, I kiss her ankles before trailing kisses back up her thigh, stopping at the spot between her thighs.

  Kissing her through her lace panties, I take the fabric at her hips and slowly bring them down, meeting her gaze as I pull them off.

  Cupping my face, she smiles. “I love you.”

  My heart knocks in my chest, my body shaking with the anticipation of being with this gorgeous woman once more, but most of all, I just feel complete. She does so much to my heart, and I hope I never stop feeling like this. Like I’m on top of the world.

  As I kiss her wet lips, she jerks against my mouth and I look back up at her and say, “I love you.”

  Opening her to me, I flick my tongue against her taut nub, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she jerks and thrashes against my mouth. I can feel her legs about to give out, but I like her standing like this. Digging my fingers into her arse, I bury my mouth in her center, getting my fill of her beautiful pussy. She tastes like something I’ve never had. Something that is all mine. Something I’ll crave for the rest of my life.

  When her fingers dig into my shoulders, she cries out, my name falling off her lips as she jerks against me again.

  But I’m nowhere near done.

  Still on my knees, I lead her back onto the bed, her head falls back on the pillows and she looks up at me, confused. Opening her legs wider, I slide my fingers inside of her as I find her clit again, flicking my tongue against her and driving her mad. Her moans are loud and her body is shaking as I take all of her. She arches into my mouth, and I hold her up as I bury my tongue deep inside of her, replacing my fingers with my tongue. Sucking up her arousal and climax, I press my thumb into her clit, sending her rocking up into my mouth as she cries out, begging me to stop.

  “Declan!” she cries, thrashing underneath my mouth.

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