Page 99 of Vicious Betrayal

"I love you too," I murmur, kissing her softly. "I'm never letting you go. Never."

And here, back in my bed with my wife in my arms, I've never felt that anything has been more true.

I've gone through hell and back for her. And I'm going to make sure she's mine forever.

More importantly, I'm going to make certain that she never has any reason to want anything else, for the rest of our lives.

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His rhythm is slow, each thrust deep, and I can feel every inch of him filling me. My body responds instinctively, arching into him, my hips rolling to meet his movements. The pleasure builds into a warm, spreading heat, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Cormac," I breathe, my fingers threading through his hair. "Don't stop."

"Never," he murmurs against my lips, and then he's kissing me again, his tongue sliding against mine in the same rhythm as his hips. His hand moves between us, finding my clit, and he circles it with his thumb in slow, teasing strokes that make me gasp. "Is this alright?" he asks, his voice rough. "Not too much?"

"It's perfect," I manage, my breath hitching. "You're perfect."

He groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, and I feel the tension in his body, the way he's holding himself back. He's being so careful with me, so gentle, and the tenderness of it makes my chest ache.

"I'm not going to break," I whisper, my hands sliding down his back. "You don't have to hold back."

"I'm not taking any chances," he says, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes are dark with desire, but protective and fierce, too. "Not with you. Not with the baby."

The mention of our child makes my throat tighten, and I pull him down for another kiss, pouring everything I feel into it. All the love, all the relief, all the desperate gratitude that we're here together, that we survived everything that tried to tear us apart.

His thumb presses harder against my clit, and I cry out, my body tightening around him. The pleasure is building faster now, and I can feel myself getting close.

"That's it, a chumann," he murmurs, his accent thicker now. "Let me feel you come. I want to feel you."

His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, and I cling to him as my body shudders beneath his. He keeps moving, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I'm trembling and gasping for air.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he groans, and then his rhythm falters, his hips jerking forward as he comes inside me with a low, guttural sound. I feel the heat of him, the way his body shudders against mine, cock throbbing as he spills into me, and I hold him tightly, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

For a long moment, we just stay like that, tangled together, our breathing slowly evening out. His weight is comforting, and I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of him against me.

"I missed this," I whisper.

"I missed you too," he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Every fucking second."

He pulls out slowly, and I wince at the loss of him. He notices immediately, his brow creasing with concern. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I say quickly. "I'm just… sore. But in a good way."

He doesn't look entirely convinced, but he pulls the blankets up over us and gathers me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, and for the first time in weeks, I feel safe.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "For everything. For what I put you through."

"You don't have to apologize," he says, his hand stroking my hair. "You were trying to protect your family. I understand that now."

"But I hurt you," I say, my voice breaking. "I lied to you. I made you think I didn't love you."

"You're here now," he says simply. "That's all that matters."

I close my eyes, tears slipping down my cheeks, and he holds me tighter.

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