Hey there, it’s Elle – the author of All Mine (and other bad boy romance novels and Vella). Just wanted to quickly pop in to say thank you for reading All Mine. ❤ Paris holds a very special place in my heart so… Gabriel just *had* to propose there.

EXCLUSIVE BONUS SCENE – A PROMISE OF FOREVER – GABRIEL

Paris, the City of Love and Lights. It’s a place where centuries-old history whispers through the alleyways, and passion spills from every corner. I’ve strummed my heart out here, let the city’s rhythm intertwine with my own, but tonight, it’s more than a tour stop. Way more.

Jennie and I are aboard an elegant riverboat, cutting a leisurely path down the Seine as Paris peels back its layers, presenting a tableau that’s any artist’s dream, any songwriter’s muse. And at the heart of it all, there’s my love. Her light brown eyes, shimmering with the reflections of the city, absorb the spectacle.

“This is so beautiful,” she whispers and I nod, watching her.

Notre-Dame n the dimming light, the Eiffel Tower shimmering under the setting sun – they’re magnificent, sure, but next to her, they’re the B-side tracks to her chart-topper.

I’m drawn to her, just as a melody is drawn to its harmony. “You’re beautiful,” I growl and closing the distance, I plant a soft, lingering kiss on her soft lips. It’s a sensory symphony of taste and touch, a harmonious blend of love and longing. Her vanilla scent is intoxicating, mingling with the river air and the faint aroma of a distant boulangerie. Her hands weave through my hair as she pulls me closer.

Pulling back, her cheeks glow and her eyes are filled with those same emotions that roar through my body. It’s a sight that makes my heart play a rogue crescendo, the kind of moment you wish you could capture in a song. I pat the box with a diamond ring in my pocket I’ve been carrying with me for the past three days, its hard edges reassuring.

It’s time.

“Jennie,” I begin, my voice steady against the backdrop of my pulse drumming an excited beat as she lifts her chin up meeting my gaze. “You know, when I wrote my first song, I thought I’d found my rhythm. But I was wrong. It was you, Jennie. You’re my rhythm, my melody, my whole damn symphony.”

Tears pool in her eyes, but she waits, letting me bare my soul. “We’ve danced through life’s storms. Life’s thrown more at us than a rowdy crowd, but you, you’ve been my rock. You’ve given me strength, love, hope – you’ve given me a home, Sweets”

With a deep breath, I retrieve the velvet box that holds the promise of our future, a ring I had designed just for her. As I open it, the ring gleams, capturing the sunset light. I drop to one knee, the boat swaying gently in response.

She gasps.

“Jennie,” I say, looking up into her now tear-filled eyes, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, of being my rhythm forever?”

The world seems to hold its breath. I know I do. Then she nods, a sob escaping her as she wraps her arms around me. “Yes, Gabriel,” she whispers. “Yes, a thousand times yes.”

Paris comes alive around us, the cityscape twinkling in shared joy. I slide the ring onto her finger, a vow for forever. I pull her close, my lips finding hers once more. This time, the kiss tastes of joy, love, and the promise of a shared future.

As our boat docks, we can’t keep our hands off each other. The shared excitement, the overwhelming love, it’s too much to keep bottled up. We rush back to our hotel room, hearts beating in sync, leaving the twinkling lights of Paris behind us.

The door had barely clicked shut before our clothes start to find their way to the floor. It’s like a dance, each piece of fabric that slips away bringing us one step closer to our forever. It’s all passion and heat, soft sighs and whispered promises. The taste of her lips, the heat of her body pressed against mine, it’s like a symphony, every note falling into place.

Beneath the glow of Paris’s twilight, Jennie’s fingers dig into the corded muscles of my back, her nails a sweet sting that fuels the fire raging within us.

“Gabriel,” her voice is a heated sigh that curls around my name, making me shudder with raw anticipation. I drink in the sight of her – bare, beautiful, mine.

With a deep groan, I claim her lips again, a kiss that tastes of shared dreams and whispered promises. The soft whimper she lets out, her breath mingling with mine, spirals the heat coiling within me to an unbearable intensity.

Leaning into her neck, I breathe in the familiar scent of vanilla and warmth that is purely Jennie. Her soft moans fill the room. Her body is a map I know by heart, and I navigate it with fervor, each gasp and shiver from her spurring me on.

Without preamble, I enter her. The sensation of her enveloping me is hot, tight, perfect. I groan out her name, the rest of my words devolving into a primal growl, our bodies moving in a rhythm set by raw need and years of knowing each other intimately.

Her fingers claw at me now, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “More, Gabriel,” she gasps. Each whispered plea, each desperate whimper, drives me to the brink.

Her body clenches around me, the delicious friction sending her over the edge with a cry that sears my name into the silence. The sight of her in throes of ecstasy, the sound of my name on her lips, pushes me over the precipice, our pleasure cresting in sync.

As our breaths slow and our heartbeats sync, I pull her closer, her body fitting against mine like the missing piece of a puzzle. In this moment, we’re more than just two bodies sharing a bed. We’re a testament to resilience, to overcoming the odds, to finding a rhythm that’s ours.

Here in Paris, the city of love, we begin a new chapter. A melody that’s ours alone to share. A harmony that echoes in our hearts. This woman, this moment, this indescribable feeling — it’s the love song I’ve been waiting to compose, and it’s more perfect than any melody I’ve ever written.