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Telling him I love him is like lifting a weight off my shoulders, one I didn’t even realize was weighing me down, and watching as he processed those words was one of the most peaceful moments of my life.
He presses forward and slips inside me easily. Usually there’s a stretch because he’s so large, but with how wound up I am, my pussy is soaking, allowing him to bottom out in the first thrust.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he holds himself deep for a moment. I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or his own, but I stare up at him, relishing in the grip he has on my thighs.
Once he seems to have himself under control, he pulls back and surges forward again, and this time he doesn’t pause.
He pumps in and out of me with wild abandon, dragging screams and cries from my throat and pulling me right back to the edge he had me teetering on for what felt like hours.
“Ace,” I moan.
“Fuck, Mia.” He presses his eyes closed for a moment before his gaze meets mine. “You’re so fucking perfect, sugar.”
Tears gather in my eyes, but not because I’m sad, or scared, or unsure. No. These tears are happy. They’re accepting of the life I’ve fought for. The one I dreamed of. The one I almost gave up on. They fall against my cheeks, and Ace watches as they slip down across my cheek and into my hair fanned out beneath me.
He reaches forward and swipes a tear from my cheek before bringing it to his lips, and I watch with bated breath. Why is that so hot? But then again, everything Ace does is hot as fuck. I don’t even think he’s trying at this point.
“What’s got these pretty tears falling, sugar?” he asks with more softness than his voice has had since we came up here, but his thrusts don’t slow, and for that, I’m glad. I need him to keep fucking me. I need the release that’s barreling toward me.
“How perfect I feel when I’m with you.” I choke on the lump in my throat. “Scars and all.”
He smiles down at me and cups my cheek in his palm. “I told you, Mia. I love every single part of you, and there’s nothing that’s going to change that.”
I nod against the pillows, but my words are caught in my throat as he overwhelms my senses.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because there’s no way I can force my voice any louder with the way my heart is hammering in my chest.
He smiles down at me, the softness he showed me a few moments ago melts away and is replaced with the unhinged version of him. His hand closes around my throat, and my breath stutters in my chest. How does he always know exactly what I need?
“Fuck, you look good with my hand around your throat,” he rumbles as he thrusts into me so hard it borders on pain. But the good kind. The kind only he can give me.
“Please,” I choke out. “Please Ace.”
He growls, and his hand tightens to the point I can barely pull in a breath, and that’s what brings me right to the edge of what I know is an orgasm that will fucking wreck me. He brought me to the edge so many times with that vibrator that this release is going to be a whole new level of intense.
“Come for me, sugar. Soak me with your come,” he commands as he reaches toward me with his other hand. I stare up at him for a moment, unsure what he’s doing, but when he reaches the clamps on my nipples, my eyes widen. So quickly, I barely catch the movement. He pulls both clamps off, and the sensation is so fucking intense, it throws me right into the abyss. My vision blurs as my body clenches, and my breath stutters in my lungs. The combination of my release and Ace constricting my airway has my entire body shaking, and everything blurs at the edges.
I’m vaguely aware of Ace’s roar of release, and then hot ropes of cum fill me, but I’m too far gone, too sated.
I fall limp against the mattress and allow my eyes to slip closed. Ace releases his hold on my throat, and it takes a few moments for me to right my breathing.
Holy shit.
Ace carefully moves my legs to either side of him and collapses on top of me, careful not to give me too much of his weight. He presses a kiss to my neck, my jaw, my cheek, before finally coming to my lips and planting the sweetest of kisses on the abused pillows.
My entire body is like a live wire, every touch like a million volts of lightning bursting through me.
“Are you okay, sugar?” he asks, concern lacing his voice as he wipes at my cheeks, and I realize I’m crying. But not just a few tears.
No, my cheeks are wet with my tears, and a sob releases from my throat without me even realizing it.
So quickly, I almost miss the move, he rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m sprawled out on top of him, his softening cock still lodged inside me, and I find comfort in the connection.
“Mia, talk to me. Did I hurt you?” His brows pull together at the thought.
“No.” I shake my head. “No, you didn’t hurt me.” I press my eyes closed for a moment, trying desperately to get ahold of my emotions long enough to tell him what’s going on. “I just…I feel whole. Or at least my version of whole. I feel like you’ve glued all my broken pieces back together, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I’m not scared. Because you, and therefore I, have everything.”
