Having Faith (Maclean Mafia Men 2)
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“I’m okay.”
He looked down at her and grinned at the bright blush that covered her face.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
After washing the blood and cum off himself, he wiped her with the wet washcloth and tossed it on the floor by the bed. Then he turned her to face away from him and tucked her tightly against his chest. “You’re mine.”
She nodded. “Yes. And you’re mine.”
He chuckled. “Damn right I am.”
He listened to her breathing even out and deepen, and he couldn’t believe how content he was. Never had he ever thought he’d feel this way about any woman. The fact that she was his wife made her even more special.
Now, he just had to protect her from the monsters until his family took care of them once and for all.
As he felt sleep drag him down, he pressed a kiss to the back of her head and closed his eyes.