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Gabriella nodded, tears sparkling in her vibrant green eyes before she lifted on her knees. She linked one hand with mine, pressing my palm flat against her sternum, while her other hand stabilised the base of my cock.

Then she gave me the words to take us into our next life. “By finding this precious necklace for me, you unknowingly returned a piece of my heart, Leo. And in return, I want to give you all of mine.”

As if her declaration weren’t enough, Gabriella sealed that vow by lining my tip up with her core and slowly lowering down, down, down, accepting every last inch of me.

She was heaven. She was hell. She was my ruin. And I’d have had it no other way.

Having my girl accept me into her body without a barrier had me unhinged. I had never felt such pleasure—warm, wet, soft, tender.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chanted, the only coherent thought that scrambled through my overstimulated brain as she rode me with reckless abandon.

“So full, Leo. I’ve never been so full. I’m yours, my love. Yours.”

Far too soon, we both climaxed. She collapsed on top of me, scattering kisses all over my chest.

“That’s round one.”

“Round one?” she squeaked.

“You have no idea what you’ve unleashed, darling. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Gabriella giggled before she shifted to give me an open-mouthed, lusty kiss. “Good. Because you’re now stuck with me forever.”

Chapter 12

GABRIELLA

We were greedy, absolutely ravenous for one another.

No matter how many times we reconnected, we’d barely catch our breath before a light spark reignited the never-ending passion flaring beneath.

We were chasing years of memories and longstanding desires that were finally being satiated.

After our latest round, Leo went to get some drinks, and I took advantage of the reprieve by stepping beneath the running showerhead. A smug smile pulled on my lips as the warm spray of water massaged my tender flesh.

The air shifted as he stepped in behind me, his bare chest pressing into my spine.

“Okay, darling?”

“More than okay,” I hummed.

“Let me take care of you,” he said before he dispensed some soap and massaged my aching body. With his magical touch, my muscles unwound, and my lids lagged from fatigue—the best kind.

Leonardo was caring and attentive, cleaning me spotless until his roaming fingers lowered between my legs, his hard cock pushing into my ass.

Despite my sensitive core, the desperate hussy couldn’t help but pulse with want.

I luxuriated in his hold, happy to be enveloped in his trustworthy arms as he explored and played with me.

But as he went to pull away, I caught his wrist, preventing his retreat.

He nipped my earlobe. “I think you’re all clean now.”

“Really?” I said with a pout. “But I still feel so dirty, Leo. You must have missed a spot.”

He took note of my lust-filled invitation and accepted. “Is that so?” He hummed. “Let me see what I can do.”

I was abruptly turned, my back hitting the cool, tiled wall as Leo lowered to his knees before me.