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Next, Charles and Diana—Isla's parents. Charles kissed her cheek. "Strength and grace. You've got both." Diana embraced her warmly, handing over another box—a delicate sapphire bracelet. "Wear it in good health, dear. You're family now." Mercy accepted, overwhelmed but touched. "I don't know what to say…" "Just promise to visit," Diana replied with a wink. The children came next with hugs all around. Elara's twins, Tray and Tracy, barreled into her legs first, squeezing tight. "Come visit us, Auntie Mercy!" Tray said. "And make pancakes!" Tracy added. Everyone laughed. Sophia and her siblings, Sebastian and Ava's three kids, piled on next with sticky fingers and bright smiles. "We want another holiday at your place!" Sophia declared. "With more pancakes!" Before Mercy could respond, Aurelian stepped in, voice firm but playful. "No more holidays. I want my wife all to myself." The kids pouted dramatically. The adults chuckled. Elara crossed her arms. "Selfish as ever, bro

He started at her feet, kneeling slightly, lifting one ankle to his lips. He kissed her toes softly, then the arch of her foot. His tongue flicked out to taste her skin. Mercy gasped, toes curling. He moved up with slow kisses along her calf, the back of her knee, and inner thigh. His hands followed, pushing her dress higher, exposing more skin. "You're exquisite," he whispered against her thigh, nipping lightly. "Every inch of you drives me wild." He stood again, unzipping her dress with deliberate slowness. The fabric pooled at her waist, then fell away completely as he lifted her arms. She sat bare before him. Now her panties, the only barrier left. Aurelian stepped back for a moment, admiring her: the way her chest rose and fell with quick breaths, nipples hardening under his gaze to tight pink buds, skin flushed with arousal. "Look at you," he breathed, voice thick with awe and hunger. "So perfect… your breasts begging for my mouth, your body trembling for me." Mercy's he

Mercy stirred slowly in bed, her body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that came from a night of unrelenting passion. The penthouse bedroom was bathed in soft midday light filtering through the half-lowered blinds, the city skyline a distant blur beyond the windows. She blinked against the brightness, her muscles aching in the most beautiful ways, which is a reminder of Aurelian's hands, his mouth, his body claiming hers over and over. The sheets were tangled around her legs, still carrying his scent: woodsy cologne mixed with the musk of their lovemaking. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Her mind replayed fragments. The way he'd whispered sweet words against her skin, the intensity in his eyes as he'd moved inside her, the raw hunger that had consumed them both. It had been incredible, overwhelming, like nothing she'd ever experienced. But now, in this relationship. She wasn't even sure what name to give to it yet. But in the quiet aftermath, doubt crept in

The door of Aurelian’s office closed softly behind Mercy. For several seconds, Aurelian didn’t move. He stood exactly where she had left him, in the middle of his home office, staring at the door as if it might open again and she would step back inside with that hesitant look on her face. But it was just a wish. Aurelian slowly drew in a breath and let it out through his nose. His hands slid into his pockets as his gaze remained fixed on the door. Hurting. That was the word he refused to say out loud. But it was there Of everything he had poured into this relationship in such a short time… everything he had allowed himself to feel for the first time in his life… Mercy was still pulling away. Still asking for distance. Still asking him to slow down. Aurelian tilted his head back slightly and laughed under his breath. The sound was dry and disbelieving. “How did I get here?” he murmured to himself. It was a question he had never imagined asking. For years, Aurelian Wyndham had

Somehow, Aurelian watched her quietly for a moment after his last words replayed in his mind. “If slow is what you need… then slow is what we’ll do.” The room fell silent, Mercy was still standing beside the bed, looking at him. Her expression had changed slightly. The tension that had been in her shoulders earlier had eased. Aurelian studied her face.The uncertainty in her eyes was still there, but something else had appeared too. Warmth. He exhaled slowly. Then without warning, he reached out. His hand caught her wrist gently and pulled her forward. Mercy gasped softly as she lost her balance for a second before landing on his lap, her knees settling on either side of him. “Aurelian—” But whatever she intended to say disappeared when his hand slid behind her neck. His fingers swept her hair gently back behind her ear, revealing the delicate line of her neck. His touch was slow, careful, almost reverent. For a moment he simply looked at her.nUp close like this, Mercy could s