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We move together in a dance of rediscovery. A rhythm that speaks of more than just physical desire. It's a reconnection of souls. A reaffirmation of the bond that holds us together, even in the darkest of times.

This is what Harrison could never understand. This is what he tried to destroy.

But he failed.

Ricardo's hands roam my body, cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple, making me arch against him. His name is a breathy sigh on my lips as I wrap my leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

I want him inside me. I want him as close as he can be.

But he's not ready to end this just yet. He has other plans. Plans to make me fall apart in his arms.

He kisses his way down my body, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire. He lingers at my breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing, nipping and sucking, then soothing with his tongue. I moan, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him to me as he pleasures me.

He doesn't neglect my other breast, giving it the same attention, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Then he moves lower, pressing a kiss to my stomach again, right above our baby.

A sob of pure pleasure escapes me as he spreads my legs and settles between them.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to taste you.”

I can only nod, my breath hitching in anticipation.

He lowers his head, and his tongue finds my pussy, swirling, tasting, exploring. He's a master of my body, and he knows exactly how to drive me wild.

My hips buck against his mouth, seeking more. He gives it to me, licking and sucking my clit with maddening patience.

I'm so close. So close to the edge.

“Ricardo,” I gasp.

He slides two fingers deep inside me, stroking me as he continues to feast on me.

My back bows off the bed as the pressure in me builds to unbearable heights.

“Let go, amore mio,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let go for me.”

I hold him to me, digging my nails into his shoulders, as I cry out into the dark of the bedroom.

I see nothing but his eyes as he watches me lose control. As he watches me shatter.

My body convulses with wave after wave of pleasure so intense my eyes nearly go blind. I clutch at his skin as I lose control.

Ricardo stays with me, easing me through the storm, his tongue and fingers working me, licking and sucking, until I'm a quivering, boneless mess beneath him.

When he finally rises over me, he’s breathing heavily. I've left my mark on him, the scratches on his shoulders. He looks feral. Possessive. The animal I know he is.

My animal.

His cock is hard and heavy against my thigh.

“I need you,” I whisper, reaching for him, wrapping my hand around him and stroking.

He groans, his eyes darkening.

“Julia.” He says my name like a man saying his final prayers.

I guide him to my entrance and spread my legs wider. I'm so wet, so ready for him.