Page 180 of Flynn
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I laugh, breathless and wrecked. “For fuck’s sake, Flynn.”
He kisses me, slow now, deep, claiming every corner of my mouth.
When he pulls back, the feral edge is still there, but his eyes soften.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, trouble.”
And right there in the dirt, covered in leaves and cum and each other, I know:
This man, this beautiful, feral beast, only ever drops the mask for me.
Flynn Brady is mine.
And I am his.
Forever.
THE END
