Then I can't fucking hold back anymore.
I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep.
"Izzy, fuck—"
Pleasure rips through me, white-hot, blinding, fucking devastating, and I feel it—
The second I lose myself completely inside her.
The second I fill her up, claim her, mark her.
The second she becomes mine forever.
I collapse against her, panting, our bodies damp, tangled, shaking, and she's still trembling beneath me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her breath uneven. I press my forehead against hers, breathing her in, my heart pounding, my body still throbbing from the aftershocks. She lets out a soft, exhausted giggle, her fingers brushing my hair back, her legs still wrapped around me. Our skin sticks together, slick with sweat.
"Jesus, Cal."
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then to her lips. Her skin tastes faintly salty now.
"Yeah, pretty girl?"
Her head tips back against the pillows, her hair fanning out around her like a dark halo.
"I think you might have actually broken me."
I kiss her again. "Good." I'm still breathless, still buried inside her, my arms wrapped around her like I can't fucking let go.
Because I can't.
I won't.
She runs her fingers through my hair, her touch softer now, her body relaxed beneath me, her breathing evening out. The sheets beneath us are damp with sweat and other evidence of what we've done. And I should just let her drift off, let her sleep, let her bask in this moment.
But I can't.
Because I need her to know.
I need her to hear it.
"I love you, Isabella Russo."
Her fingers still. Her body tenses—just slightly—but then she lifts her head, eyes locking on mine. For a beat, something raw edges into her expression before her lips curl into that familiar, smug little smirk.
“Cal,” she says. “You literally stalked me and you know every messy, embarrassing thing about me. So, you have to know I love you. There’s no other reason I would put up with this.”
My chest tightens, my heart fucking pounds. I kiss her like I never want to stop. Like I want to keep her in this bed forever, wrapped around me, panting, moaning, begging. The taste of her mingles with the taste of my own desperation.
Because she's mine.
My pretty girl.
My entire world.
Just as I'm about to pull her closer, ready to go again—
She snorts.
Loud.
Followed by uncontrollable giggling.
I pull back, raising an eyebrow. Her body shakes with laughter beneath me.
"What?"
She bites her lip, barely holding it together, eyes glinting with mischief.
"The best part of you being Caleb?"
I narrow my eyes. "What?"
She grins, smug as fuck.
"I don't have to spend fifteen bucks a month on that premium membership anymore."
I groan, dropping my forehead against her shoulder.
"Jesus Christ."
She laughs harder, wrapping her arms around me, her body shaking beneath me. The vibration of her laughter travels through both our bodies.
"You love me, stalker."
I press a kiss to her collarbone, my fingers squeezing her waist.
"Yeah, pretty girl. I really fucking do."
NOW CHATTING WITH CALLAHAN
Pretty Girl
today’s the day 
Callahan
You nervous, pretty girl?
uhhh duh??? kinda a big deal ya know 
I don’t know… feels pretty inevitable to me. Man stalks woman. Man seduces woman. Man makes woman fall in love with him. Man fucks woman so good she agrees to marry him. Classic romance arc.
omg stop this is literally NOT how people describe their wedding day 
Tell me you don’t love it.
…. okay fine I love it 
That’s my good girl.
I hate you
No, you don’t.
okay no i don’t but that’s beside the point you should be telling me something sweet and sentimental like “oh izzy, my beautiful bride, you have made me the happiest man alive” or something like that
Oh, Izzy, my beautiful bride, you have made me the wettest man alive. 
DELETE THIS CHAT RIGHT NOW
Why? I’m just saying you should send me a picture of what I’m missing before you walk down that aisle. For old time’s sake.
cal i am in my wedding dress IN MY WEDDING DRESS
Yeah, and?
AND?!?!?!?
Pretty girl, I’ve made you come while you were on a conference call for work. I think we’re past pretending you have morals.
STOP THAT WAS ONE TIME
One time too many for me to take this whole “innocent bride” act seriously. Now… about that picture.
i hate you
Again. You don’t.
i am literally about to MARRY YOU stop trying to get me naked for five seconds
Impossible. Also, the wedding night is gonna be fun.
….should i be concerned
Oh, pretty girl. You should always be concerned. For your legs.
OH MY GOD
Say your vows. Kiss me at the altar. Then prepare for at least three days where you won’t be able to sit comfortably.
omfg stop i am going to walk down the aisle to you with THIS in my brain
As you should.
i hate you so much
No, you don’t.
NO I DON’T I LOVE YOU YOU CRAZY STALKER
There she is. My perfect, pretty girl. Now go say “I do.” I’ll be waiting.
oh btw I forgot to tell you i hired clowns for the reception 
surprise!
You fucking WHAT
yep! a whole troupe! they're going to make balloon animals and everything 
You wouldn't.
they even have a special performance planned just for the groom 
Isabella Russo, if I see a single red nose at our reception, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder.
god you're so easy to mess with
…
don't worry, no clowns. i want you focused on me, not having a panic attack in the bathroom
You're lucky I love you.
See you at the altar, Callahan 