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Marabelle Series

Officially Yours

Chapter – 18

Choices – The Royal Romance, Book 3, AU – (cross-over with Rules of Engagement)

Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret?

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Main Pairing – Crown Prince Liam Rys x F! OC Lady Sophia (Sophie) Taylor

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M! OC Daniel from NYC Drake Walker x F! OC Melanie Smithson. Leo Rys x Katie Rys

Most characters belong to Pixelberry Studios

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, drinking, crude language & innuendo, gun violence

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff/cross-over with Choices Rules of Engagement with sprinkles of Canon

Chapter Summary – Arriving in Cordonia, Riley Brooks, Melanie’s high school friend from New York City, U.S., joins the horse ranch as a veterinarian-in-training. Sparks fly when she is introduced to Melanie’s boyfriend, Drake Walker. Neville Vancoeur meets his fate. Liam and Sophie embark on a journey to the Mediterranean.

Music Inspiration: I Don’t Wanna Wait, David Guetta, OneRepublic

Words: 5.5k

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother.

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events.

A/N3: Heartfelt thanks to @Selina012 for joining me in writing ideas and with dialogue/content for this chapter and series.

A/N4: Thank you @ladylamrien for this picture prompt!

A/N5: My submission for: @choicesjanuary2025, new beginnings, prompt 13 - New relationship; one word prompt; New year, prompt 10 – breath, 11 – connection

Officially Yours

Cordonian Royal Palace, Throne Room

The expansive polished marble floors of the antechamber were illuminated by the warm glow of intricately crafted chandeliers suspended from a high false ceiling. The Kings guards stood at attention near the grand doors leading into the throne room.

Liam, followed closely by Bastien, walked briskly down a private corridor leading into that antechamber. A man on a mission, he walked with an air of unwavering confidence.

Memories of the many times he had followed his father and watched in stealth from the alcoves as nobles received an audience from their king, flashed in his mind.

His father always used the antechamber to his advantage.

When the nobles petitioned the king, father was in the position to personally witness each and every behavior and attitude. He gained an insight into what they were like – a window to view their hidden motives.

Liam had seen the subtle power dynamics unfurl in this very room, the balance of persuasion and the art of diplomacy that his father had mastered. It was in this antechamber that young Liam learned the essence of rulership—not just in grand declarations, but in the quiet observations of human nature. The marble floors and the chandeliers provided a backdrop to the lessons that would shape his future. As he approached the throne room, he felt the responsibility of his father's legacy.

The prince was now the crown prince and soon to be king.

These thoughts swirled in Liam's mind as he made his way through the antechamber, each step weighed down by the expectations placed upon him. He could not help but reflect on the quiet strength and discernment his father had displayed in this very room, a silent mentor in the art of governance. The moment was heavy with the anticipation of his own legacy forming, a delicate balance of continuing his father's teachings while forging his own path. The gleaming expanse of marble beneath his feet felt like a mirror of his own resolve, solid yet untested, as he approached the threshold of the throne room where his destiny awaited.

"Just a little to your left, son, so you can better see the main entrance," his father would say when he saw me watching from my hiding spot.

Whether the noble was belligerent or friendly, or how quickly they would push his cause or cower for the sake of their ego. I was never supposed to inherit the throne, but my father made sure to train both my brother and myself for when we had the opportunity to ascend, nonetheless. And it seems now I finally will get to step into his shoes.

His father sat on the king's throne as Liam approached the dais.

“Hello, Father." Liam bowed slightly in respect.

“Liam," his father acknowledged, as he looked at his heir intently.

"You wished to have a private word with me?" Liam looked into his father's eyes, sensing the gravity of the conversation that was to unfold. He admired the way his father always carried the weight of the realm with such resilience and wisdom.

Constantine took a deep breath, his gaze softening momentarily as he regarded his youngest son, acknowledging the significance of this private counsel.

"Liam, what we decide here will shape the future of our kingdom. It is not merely about the actions of one man, but about the message we send to all who look to us for guidance and justice."

"Yes, Father," Liam replied, his voice steady.

"This has weighed heavily upon me, especially since my advisors and I did not foresee this, and I blame myself for what has befallen this fine young woman" Constantine nodded in reflection.

Liam drew a breath, not certain where this line of reasoning would go.

"I take responsibility," Constantine said.

"Lord Neville Vancoeur is from an old and respected house who has never showed signs of unrest with other members of the court. While he should be punished severely, if we banish the Vancoeurs from Cordonia we may ignite further discord which we cannot afford at this moment."

Constantine let out a heavy sigh and continued.

"Lord Neville Vancoeur has caused much sorrow and shame upon himself, but not his father and family. For their service and loyalty to the crown, they shall remain in their land and hold on to their titles," King Constantine announced.

Constantine stood and began to pace back and forth.

"It would behoove me to discuss how best to treat the future Earl of Cormery Isle. " Constantine continued.

"To deprive their House of its land, wealth and title would send a grave message to the nobles not aligned with you," he began.

Liam met his father's gaze, feeling the weight of the decision they were about to make.

"Father, I understand the complexity of this situation and the balance we must maintain. We need to show both justice and mercy, but also ensure the stability of our kingdom," Liam asserted.

Constantine nodded, a mixture of pride and solemnity in his eyes. "A wise perspective, my son," he said, pausing in his pacing. "We shall address Lord Neville's actions with the gravity they deserve, but we will also protect the integrity of the Vancoeur family and our realm."

Liam felt a resolve solidify within him. "Then let us proceed with a measured approach, one that serves both justice and the greater good of Cordonia," Liam concluded, feeling the mantle of leadership settling more firmly on his shoulders.

"Furthermore, if Lord Neville's crimes are treated with leniency, we would not look well to the people and your popularity will take a further tumble. After you assume the throne, the key will be to restore the people's faith in our leadership.

"With your advisement I see the path forward." Liam nodded, still looking to his father.

Constantine smiled as he regarded his son with pride, "You're ready."

"I am." Liam nodded and approached the dais, turning the chair around with the ease of familiarity. He placed a hand upon it, the chair's surface cool and sturdy.

He looked back at his father as Constantine nodded with approval.

"Now, send him in," the King commanded to the guards. Liam's pulse quickened with the prospect of facing Neville for the first time since the charity polo match.

Constantine turned to go but suddenly stopped.

"Oh. And Liam?" Constantine paused, considering his words.

"Yes, father?"

Constantine teased, “don’t mess up your proposal tonight because quality queen material is precious and rare.”

Liam chuckled lightly, feeling a rare moment of light-heartedness from his father's jest. "I'll keep that in mind, father," he replied, his gaze returning to the throne room's grand doors.

As the guards moved to obey the King's command, Liam centered himself, readying for the confrontation ahead. The grandeur of the throne room seemed to fade into the background as he focused on the task at hand. This was more than a mere trial; it was a test of his leadership and resolve.

The heavy doors creaked open, and Neville, with an air of arrogance, entered the room. Liam's thoughts briefly flashed to Sophie, her gentle smile and unwavering support a source of strength for him. He could not afford to lose his composure now—not when so much was at stake.

Taking another deep breath, he felt a calm determination settle over him. ‘Face him with the dignity of a king,’ he reminded himself, his pulse steadying as Neville approached with a smug expression, clearly oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

"Your Highness," Neville greeted with a bow that dripped with false humility, his eyes betraying his arrogance.

Liam did not waste any time. "Your behavior is an absolute disgrace," he declared, his voice firm and resolute. "A Cordonian gentleman would never treat a woman the way you treated Lady Taylor, a noblewoman, a daughter of the House of Ramsford."

Neville's smirk widened, crossing his arms defiantly. "No, not a true gentleman," he retorted, his tone mocking.

Liam's fists clenched, but he kept his composure. "What were you thinking, Lord Neville? That you could do anything you wished and escape consequences because of your noble title?" he demanded, his gaze unwavering.

"And to say and do such derogatory things about a member of court? Words spoken against my chosen consort, whether or not I am king, are considered treasonous and punishable by banishment or death." Liam paused, his anger veiled and controlled, but palpable. "Tell me. Was it worth it?"

Liam stared down at Neville, the weight of his authority heavy in the air. This was his moment to prove his mettle as a leader, and he would not falter.

Liam glanced down, clenching his fists in his lap.

Neville's face reddened and the facade crumbled, "Worth it? If it means ridding us of that common tart?”

Liam leapt to his feet and strode to grab Neville by the collar and slammed him against a nearby pillar. One arm reined Neville's throat steadily, the other firmly in place on his shoulder, immobilizing him.

"How dare you say that!" Liam's voice was deep and dangerous, full of fury that could not be ignored.

Neville's face suddenly went white, as he felt the intense anger and irresistible force emanating from Liam. He struggled but found that he could not move at all.

"I... I..." Neville's tongue began to knot. He had never seen Liam so angry. For the first time, he realized that he was in front of a man who was not just a gentle, friendly prince, but the future king, with absolute power and strength.

In Liam’s mind, he challenged his thoughts ...

If I weren't being held in check by a lifetime of restraint, I could...

No. Sophie has dealt with this, and she has asked me to follow through in a way that does justice to the ideals she stands for. It would not be doing her honor if I killed Neville with my own two hands.

Liam pushed Neville up on the pillar again and released the strangling hold of the forearm pressed against his neck. Neville stumbled to his feet, his knees buckling and his hand pressed tightly against his throat as he caught his breath.

"Your arrogance, selfishness, and contemptible behavior have no place in Cordonia," Liam snarled, his voice steely and cold.

Neville, cowed by Liam's demeanor and restraining his anger at the same time, wisely stayed silent, a look of despair slowly appearing on his face.

***

After being removed from court,

Neville was banished to his estate, stripped of his title, and confined to his lands indefinitely. The Vancoeur family, in their desperation to still be in royal favor, offered their total allegiance and cooperation. Constantine ordered them to comply, but there would always be suspicion and distrust that would follow them for years to come.

And, although Liam knew it would not completely heal the scars left on Sophie, at least she was avenged and her name honored, her integrity and strength being still unblemished.

As Liam walked down the long, opulent hallways of the palace, the tension in his body loosening with each step. A faint sense of satisfaction crept into his heart, knowing he had done what Sophie would have wanted, and more.

***

Sophie descended the grand staircase of the palace, her sleeveless, A-line summer dress flowed behind her as she headed toward the royal dining room.

The aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted vegetables filled the air, making her stomach rumble in anticipation. As she stepped into the dining room, her face lit up with a genuine smile. Seated at the grand mahogany table were Daniel and Max, chatting animatedly. Daniel noticed her first and stood up, his ever-charming grin widening.

“Squirrell! Finally, someone to balance out Max’s questionable humor,” Daniel teased, earning a playful scoff from Max. Max leaned back in his chair, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Ignore him, Sophie. He’s just jealous that I’m the life of the palace.” Sophie chuckled as she took her seat between them. “It’s good to see you both here. I was beginning to think I’d be dining alone.” Daniel poured her a glass of sparkling water. “Not today. We figured you could use some good company after everything that’s happened lately.” The three of them shared laughter and lighthearted conversation as lunch was served—a feast of grilled salmon, roasted vegetables, and a choice of desserts that Sophie eyed with delight. For a while, the weight of royal responsibilities and recent events faded, replaced by the warmth of friendship and camaraderie.

Hana stepped into the elegant dining room, her soft, flowing dress swishing gently with her movements. She glanced around the room, a warm smile spreading across her face as she spotted Sophie chatting animatedly with a tall man dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers. Beside him stood another man with an easygoing charm, his broad smile lighting up the room. Sophie turned as Hana approached, her eyes brightening.

“Hana! I’m so glad you made it!” she exclaimed, pulling her into a warm embrace. “Of course,” Hana replied softly, her melodic voice carrying a note of excitement. “You know I wouldn’t miss a chance to spend time with you.” Sophie beamed and turned to the two men. “Hana, I’d like you to meet my friends. This is Daniel,” she gestured to the first man, “and this is Maxwell.”

Daniel stepped forward first, offering a polite nod and an easy smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hana. Sophie speaks highly of you.”

Hana felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks as she shook his hand. “The pleasure is mine, Daniel. Sophie has mentioned you as well—thank you for always looking out for her.”

Daniel chuckled, his eyes glinting with warmth. “She makes it interesting. She’s a force to be reckoned with.”

Before Hana could respond, Maxwell bounded over, his energy almost tangible. “Hana! It’s so great to finally meet you!” he said, his enthusiasm infectious. He extended his hand but quickly decided on a cheerful hug instead.

Hana let out a soft laugh, surprised but not uncomfortable. “Maxwell, it’s nice to meet you too. Sophie told me you’re the life of the party.”

“She flatters me,” Maxwell said with a wink, “but it’s true.”

The group laughed, and the atmosphere became lively as they fell into easy conversation. Maxwell’s humorous anecdotes and Daniel’s quieter but equally engaging remarks quickly put Hana at ease.

As the afternoon went on, Hana found herself charmed by Daniel’s thoughtful insights and Maxwell’s contagious energy. Sophie watched her friends with a smile, happy to see Hana seamlessly integrating into her close circle.

The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a golden glow over the royal stables as Sophie, Hana, Maxwell, and Daniel stepped outside. The scent of fresh hay and the soft nickering of horses filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere.

Marabelle stood next to a wooden fence, in her glossy black coat shining in the sunlight. Sophie reached out to gently stroke her muzzle, her affection clear. “She’s as beautiful as ever,” Sophie said, her voice filled with warmth.

“She’s magnificent,” Hana agreed, admiring the horse’s elegance.

Before Sophie could respond, the sound of approaching voices drew their attention. From the far end of the stables, Drake appeared, his usual rugged demeanor softened by the sight of the group. Walking beside him, Melanie was a confident young woman with a warm smile, her auburn hair catching the sunlight. Walking alongside them them was a dark-haired woman, a woman, Sophie noted a sharp style hinting at a New York, big city style.

Standing beside Sophie, Mara suddenly appeared beside Sophie.

“Where did you come from? I thought you were still inside the palace!”

“I do my best to stay out of my charges’ ways. But seeing as this is your first excursion outside of the palace, I wanted to confirm that your security is intact.”

Sophie smiled softly, “thank you, Mara. Prince Liam was adament that I needed protection at all times.”

“I know it can be hard to let your guard down after what the court has been through...but just remember, I’ve got your back from here on out.”

Sophie felt a sense of reassurance at Mara's words, knowing her security detail was always in place. “Thank you!”

“Just doing my job, my lady.”

With a grateful nod, she turned back to the group.

Drake raised a hand in greeting. “Well, well, looks like we’re not the only ones enjoying the stables today.”

Sophie turned and smiled. “Drake, Melanie, it’s good to see you.” Her gaze shifted to the third member of their party. “And you must be Riley?” Sophie extended a hand, which Riley took with a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you, Sophie,” Riley said with a bright smile. “Melanie’s been telling me all about life here, and I have to admit, I’m intrigued.”

Melanie laughed softly. “Riley’s been trying to convince me to visit New York again, but I thought it was only fair to show her Cordonia first.”

Turning to her friends, Sophie encouraged them to join her.

Hana stepped forward gracefully. “Welcome to Cordonia, Riley. I am Hana Lee.”

Maxwell, ever the entertainer, flashed his signature grin. “And I’m Maxwell Beaumont, the life of any party you’ll ever attend.”

Riley laughed, clearly charmed. “Good to know. I’m going to hold you to that.”

Daniel gave a polite nod. “Daniel Barrett. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

As the group exchanged introductions, Marabelle nudged Sophie, drawing Riley’s attention.

“Is that your horse?” Riley asked, stepping closer.

“Yes, this is Marabelle,” Sophie said with pride. “Would you like to meet her?”

Riley’s eyes lit up. “I’d love to.”

As Sophie guided Riley to meet Marabelle, the others fell into easy conversation. Drake leaned against the stable door, seeing the scene with his typical reserved demeanor, while Melanie and Hana discussed the beauty of the Cordonian countryside. Maxwell, as usual, kept the mood lively, regaling the group with tales of his adventures, earning smiles and laughter from everyone.

***

The royal gym was a quiet sanctuary, tucked away in the palace’s lower levels. Liam strode in, still wearing the weight of his meeting with Neville. He had hoped an intense workout would help him clear his head. After changing into gym shorts, he noticed the faint hum of machines and the rhythmic clinking of weights that echoed through the spacious room.

To his surprise, Leo was already there, effortlessly lifting weights. His older brother looked as casual as ever in a loose t-shirt and gym shorts, his carefree demeanor a stark contrast to Liam’s tension.

“Well, well, look who decided to grace the gym with his royal presence,” Leo teased, setting down the dumbbells.

Liam smirked but didn’t respond at once, heading toward the treadmill. As he started jogging, Leo joined him, leaning casually on the machine next to him.

“So,” Leo began, “how’d your meeting with Neville go? He seemed like a real piece of work at the polo match.”

Liam exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “He hasn’t changed. Still as arrogant and entitled as ever. He thinks he can dictate terms just because he’s part of an old noble family.”

Leo chuckled. “Classic Neville. Always a legend in his own mind.” He paused, his tone softening. “But seriously, don’t let him get under your skin. You’ve got enough on your plate without dealing with his nonsense.”

Liam nodded, his pace quickening on the treadmill. “I know, but it’s not just about him. It’s about what he stands for—everything I’m trying to modernize in Cordonia.”

Leo gave a wry smile. “Well, at least you’re fighting the good fight. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out how to be… not a Neville.”

Liam slowed his treadmill, glancing at his brother with a raised brow. “You mean because of your decision to abdicate?”

“Yeah,” Leo admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Katie’s helped me see things differently. She’s… grounded me in a way I didn’t think was possible. For the first time, I feel like I’m not just running from something, but toward something.”

Liam stepped off the treadmill, grabbing a towel. “She sounds like the perfect partner for you.”

“She is,” Leo said, a rare seriousness in his tone. “Which is why I want you to officiate the wedding.”

Liam froze mid-swipe, surprised. “Me? Officiate your wedding?”

Leo grinned. “Who better? You’re the future king, and you’re my brother. It would mean a lot to me—and to Katie.”

Since Leo and Katie were married by a Justice of the peace and on a cruise ship, Regina had insisted a more formal venue in Cordonia.

Liam studied his brother for a moment before a smile crept onto his face. “I’d be honored, Leo.”

Leo clapped him on the shoulder. “Thanks, bro. Now, let’s get back to the workout before you get all emotional on me.”

The two brothers shared a rare laugh, the weight of their royal responsibilities momentarily forgotten as they fell into an easy rhythm, pushing each other through their sets. The gym had become more than a place to work out—it was a space for understanding and camaraderie between two brothers navigating the complexities of royalty and life.

***

Sophie waved her farewells to the group, as Mara led Sophie back to the palace.

Sophie took in the scenery around her, the rich tapestries and intricate architecture of the palace a stark contrast to the casual farewell she had just shared. Walking alongside Mara, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Every step brought her closer to the core of royal life, the heartbeat of the palace where decisions were made and legacies were forged. As they passed through the opulent hallways, Mara's steady presence was a comforting guide. They rounded a corner and entered a quieter wing, the air filled with a sense of history and gravitas.

Mara led Sophie down a corridor adorned with portraits of past monarchs, their stern gazes seeming to follow her every move. The soft glow of candlelight created an ambiance of solemnity and anticipation. They paused before a large, ornately carved door. Mara gave her an encouraging nod before opening it, revealing Liam's study.

“I thought it was time you saw this,” he announce in greeting, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter.

“My love, come on in,” Liam said with a grin, opening the door wide for Sophie to step through. The room is a cozy blend of modern and vintage, with chic wooden panels, stylish furniture, and walls adorned with contemporary art. Shelves packed with books line one wall, while a sleek desk with a laptop takes center stage. Sunlight poured in through large windows, adding a warm glow to the room's comfortable and inviting atmosphere.

Sophie’s breath catches as she steps inside. “It’s beautiful,” she murmurs, running her fingers along the edge of the desk.

Liam watched her intently, his eyes warm. “This room has seen countless decisions that shaped Cordonia. Today, it’s where I want to share something important with you.”

They sit on a small leather couch near the fireplace. Liam reaches for her hands, his touch steady and reassuring.

“I met with Neville earlier today,” he begins, his voice calm but firm. “After the incident at the polo match, I demanded accountability. Neville is no longer a member of court and has been banished to the Cormery Isle. He will no longer stand for Cordonia in any official role.”

Relief flooded Sophie’s face, but her brow furrowed. “What about…his behavior? Will he face further consequences?”

“He’s been banned from participating in any future events, and an official apology will be issued to you,” Liam assured her. “His actions were unacceptable, and I won’t tolerate anyone harming you.”

Sophie squeezed his hand, her heart swelling at his protectiveness. “Thank you, Liam. It means so much to me that you stood up for me.”

His gaze softened, as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Always, Sophie.”

***

As they exited the palace, Sophie noticed a fleet of royal cars waiting. Liam helped her into one, and they’re soon enroute to the airport.

“I thought we were going to Italy,” Sophie remarked, a hint of disappointment in her tone.

Liam chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Patience, my love. Italy can wait a little while longer. I promise, tonight will be worth it.”

At the airport, the royal jet was ready to whisk them to Portavira. Once there, they were to be escorted to the royal yacht, a stunning vessel gleaming in the Mediterranean sun was in wait.

Once inside, Sophie marveled at the yacht’s grandeur as it sets sail. The warm sea breeze ruffled her hair, and she leaned against the railing, gazing at the horizon.

Liam joined her, slipping an arm around her waist. “I thought this would be the perfect setting for a little surprise,” he said cryptically.

As night falls, the yacht’s deck transformed into a magical haven. String lights twinkled above, and a candlelit dinner is set up with an unobstructed view of the stars over the sea.

Sophie turned to Liam, her eyes wide. “You did all this?”

“For you,” he replied, his voice full of emotion.

After dinner, Liam stood and took her hand and led her to the bow of the yacht. The Italian coastline glimmered faintly in the distance.

“Sophie,” he began, dropping to one knee as he held a small velvet box.

Her hands flewo to her mouth, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Sophie, the day I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Something different from anyone I've ever met. I'm drawn to you, the sound of your laughter, the mischievous twinkle in your eye when you are plotting something. Sophie giggled when Liam raised an eyebrow in jest.

You are so selfless, willing to do things to help others even when it goes against what you want to do. You fight for what you want and have determination beyond measure. Your strength and beauty astound me, and my heart races every time you touch my arm. I feel every movement you make as if it is a current flowing through my veins.

There are nights when my thoughts run wild with all the things I would like to share with you, a world to be conquered, side by side. But tonight, in the peaceful serenity and light of the moon and sea, there is only one question on my mind.

Sophie Taylor, will you be my wife and queen? Please marry me, I am and will always be completely and forever yours." Liam swallows hard, his jaw tight, fear showing in his eyes.

"I will! Yes. A thousand times yes!" Sophie cries out. She watches with tears running down her cheeks as Liam slides the ring onto her left finger and he stands, drawing her to his chest. She hugs his neck and draws his mouth to her. She can barely breathe. His hands explore the curve of her back and slide up the length of her spine. Liam's kiss is insistent, demanding and unrelenting.

She runs her fingers into the waves of his hair, kissing him softly with her entire being. Her skin tingles in anticipation of his caress. His breath mingles with hers, the sound of his breathing in her ear. He breathes her name, moving his mouth along her cheek to her lips. He tastes her and it's enough.

He pulls away and brings her down to earth with the whisper of his lips close to her ear. "Do you realize the gift you just gave me, Lady Sophia?"

"The best one I'll ever receive," he continues as his kisses fall like raindrops on the nape of her neck, his breath sending tremors through her body.

"Well, now that I've got a hold of you, Liam, I have no intentions of letting you go any time soon."

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