Skylar's eyes widened like a full moon in the dead of night. She stood frozen, breath caught in her throat. He was kissing her. The man she loved. Her eyes fluttered shut as tears spilled freely down her cheeks, soaking in the moment like it was oxygen.
Warren's heart was bursting. She loved him. The girl he'd worshipped all his life loved him back. When he finally pulled away, his hands cradled her face as his thumb gently wiped away the tears.
"I love you so much, my Doll… more than your mind could ever begin to grasp," Warren whispered, voice thick with emotion.
This time, it was Skylar who leaned in, standing on her toes to press a soft, trembling kiss to his lips. It was slow. Pure. Filled with the kind of love, trust, and reverence only souls bonded through pain could understand.
Their lips moved in sync—so perfect it hurt. And only Warren knew how much he'd longed for that vanilla taste. It had been his addiction once, and damn it, it still was.
Not wanting her to strain, he bent down to her height, deepening the kiss. They stayed like that, lips dancing in silence, no tongues—not yet. Eventually, they broke apart, gasping for air.
Skylar panted, staring up at him, her heart caught in her throat. The way he looked at her—the softness in those eyes, the way his lips moved when he said her name—it was all him. He hadn't changed. He'd kept his promise. He had loved only her.
Warren stared down at the woman who owned his soul. Her parted lips, brown tear-filled eyes, hair a little messy from their kiss... she looked like heaven had spilled a masterpiece into his arms. And he knew… he had to tell her the truth.
"I have to tell you something, Doll," he began.
"Huh?" she breathed, a little impatient, her eyes flickering to his lips again. She needed more.
"I know it might scare you, but I swear… I'd never hurt you." He kissed both her cheeks.
"I'm Lucifer… the assassin from Black Eagle—"
"I know," Skylar cut him off softly.
"You... what?"
"I've known since the day you got injured. I saw the guns. The blood. I know it was the Devils and Scorpions. They tried to kill your gang, but you outsmarted them," she explained sweetly.
"You knew and—?"
"Yes. I did. Now shut up and kiss me."
Warren's heart nearly combusted. She knew. She stayed. He didn't hesitate—he pulled her into another deep kiss, slow and sensual, pouring his soul into her lips.
He trailed kisses from her mouth down her neck, then to her collarbone. The taste of her skin was divine.
Skylar couldn't understand what was happening. One minute they were talking, the next, her back was pressed to the dining table, Warren between her thighs, mouth buried in her neck, drowning her in wet, breathy kisses.
And then… his hands slipped beneath her shirt.
Her body arched instinctively, reacting like it always did for him. Every little touch made her tremble—waist, thighs, the back of her knees. It drove Warren insane.
"Ahn-mmgh!" Skylar moaned, her fingers curling into his hair. She didn't know what was happening to her. Every touch sent flutters—no, fireworks—through her stomach.
"Mmhg… shit…" she gasped again as his kisses turned into soft sucks, branding her neck with his mouth. He moved to her ear, licking and biting gently. Skylar's brain was mush. Was he going to kiss every inch of her body?
Their lips collided again, hungrier this time. Her hands clutched his shirt like she'd fall apart if she let go.
"Nnghh…" she whimpered as Warren's tongue finally entered her mouth, claiming her fully. One hand cradled her head, the other teasing slow circles on her waist. He devoured her, like a man who'd waited his whole life for this exact moment.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist now, her toes curling uncontrollably. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Her eyes squeezed shut, yet tears spilled freely again. She could feel it—her soaked panties, the way her body ached, yearned, craved.
Warren knew. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating him. His hand hovered just above her heat, teasingly close.
He pulled back, letting her breathe. A thick string of saliva clung to their lips.
"You're wet," he muttered darkly.
Skylar only stared up at him with hooded, glassy eyes. Her mind was blank. Her body was alive. And all she knew… was him.
Warren smirked. She was his. Only his. And he'd be the only one to taint her.
He lifted her into his arms. She clung to him like he was her anchor, legs around his waist, face buried in his neck.
He carried her to their room, shut the door, and laid her down like she was made of gold.
They kissed again, heated and desperate. Warren's arousal pressed hard against her, and Skylar whimpered when he broke the kiss.
"I… I want more."
"I know, baby. But are you sure? Do you even know what a dick is?" he asked, voice gentle but laced with hunger.
Skylar slowly flipped their position, straddling him. She sat on his hardness and began to move her hips in slow, teasing circles.
"I do. I've learned. And I want your dick in my pussy, making love to me… all night," she whispered in his ear.
And that was it. That was the end of Warren's control.
"You'll get it, my Doll," he growled.
∞∞∞∞∞
"You what?!" Barbie shrieked.
"I fucking love you."
"What the hell? When? Why? What in Satan's sweaty palms are you saying? We're enemies!"
"No. You decided we were enemies. I never stopped loving you. We were best friends. You left. I searched. Found you in a mafia clan. I joined—for you. You think I wanted this life? But then… you started dating that bastard Vans."
"What the actual fuck?"
"You remember me now, don't you? So tell me… do you still love me?" Blaze demanded.
∞∞∞∞∞
WS VILLA
It had been a while since Warren and Skylar's bodies became one. She now lay curled in his shirt, fast asleep in his arms, her breathing soft, peaceful.
They'd gone for rounds until they were both undone. She had bathed and changed into his shirt. And Warren had held her tightly ever since.
He couldn't sleep. How could he?
She was his. They were married. They'd made love. And she loved him.
He had everything he ever dreamed of. And he'd never, ever let her go.
"I love you so much, Mon Amore," Warren whispered, kissing her hair as he finally closed his eyes, locking her tightly in his embrace.
∞∞∞∞∞
WALTER MANSION
"Ma'am?" Gina called, stepping into the study.
"What's wrong, Gina?"
"My company called. I've been reassigned to a new family… new house."
"New house?" Mrs. Tina repeated, confused.
"Yes, Ma. I leave tomorrow. Goodnight."
Mrs. Tina frowned. "Well… that's weird…"