When I’m done pouring out my heart and soul, Waverly beams, reaching between us to notch my hard length at her entrance. She’s slick already, hot and wet and inviting, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to thrust inside her already.

Don’t you dare, I tell myself. Not gonna rush this moment for anything.

“Yes,” Waverly declares, the fire crackling behind her. She’s bright and happy and calm, like tonight’s drama never happened at all. “Yes, you big grump. I’ll marry you and stay.”

But we both hold our breath as Waverly sinks down on my cock. Both groan and gasp and grip each other tight, reveling...