"I'm not going to have to pretend this didn't happen in the morning, am I?" I asked, curled in Declan's arms. I never wanted to leave this position.
I wanted to finish him off—God knows I'd fantasized about it enough times—but I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone move.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head, his hard cock grinding against my ass. A contented groaning rose from deep in his throat. "You're not going to see the morning light," he said. "I'm going to lock you up in a tower so nobody else can have you."
"That ship sailed a long time ago," I whispered, closing my eyes and letting myself get lost in the moment.
Declan's grip around me tightened, and I knew this was real. It wasn't a spell that was going to fade when the clock struck midnight or a ship that was about to sink. I was in his arms, and nothing was going to take that away from me.
"I'm yours," he told me as I drifted off.
This happily ever after was real.
I was found.