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“Thank you for being yourself with me.” Her eyes shine, the moonlight emphasizing the unshed tears.
I bend down and kiss her with every emotion I feel inside of me. Fear, happiness, desire...excitement. The world fades away as it becomes just us.
I hold her gaze as I line myself up and slide into her, relying heavily on the strength in my arms and good knee to hold me up. My body shudders as I fill her to capacity. I shut my eyes, enjoying the moment of us becoming one.
Chloe feels like heaven, hell, and everything in between. It’s ecstasy and poison. Lust and love. Everything I want while being everything I fear.
Chloe’s back arches as I pull out to slam back into her. Her hands trace the divots of my spine, and my skin burns wherever her touch lingers.
My eyes don’t know where to focus. Her face smiling up at me with every ounce of emotion I feel back. Her tits shaking with every thrust of my hips. Our bodies connecting in every single way. Physically. Emotionally. Like two hearts tethered together by fate’s red string.
She claws at my back as my tempo changes from unhurried to desperate, growing sloppier by the minute. Sweat covers my skin as I expel every ounce of energy. She meets me with vigor, matching my strength with her own.
Our sex is just like her—wild and crazed.
Chloe milks my cock, swiveling her hips with every stroke. I grip onto her hair and tug, forcing her body closer to mine. There’s not one trace of skin I don’t lick and nip. She tastes like summertime, the salty taste of our exertion clinging to her skin.
Heat darts up my spine like flames licking my skin. The moans she makes as I change my position feed the desire growing within me.
Fuck. The experience with Chloe is like speeding down the track after winning a race. It’s a rush I find more satisfying than any checkered flag or podium.
She falls apart as I place pressure on her clit with my thumb. My dick throbs as she tightens around me. I bellow as I pound into her a few more times, coming apart as I find my release.
Chloe Carter destroyed me in every way I needed. She broke me apart before gluing me back together, repairing me from the inside out.
I’m not letting this girl get away.
Not now and not ever.
37
Chloe
The faint sound of a strumming guitar wakes me up from my deep sleep. It’s a haunted melody I can’t place, but I find myself entranced anyway.
I peek with one eye, finding Santiago sitting on a chair by the large window. The glow of the moon highlights the guitar propped up on his thigh. One hand grips the neck, delicately pressing against the strings.
I can’t believe he picked up his guitar again. After everything he said about avoiding music before, he is right here, playing in front of my very eyes.
Am I dreaming? I pinch my arm extra hard just in case. Nope, he’s still there.
The music stops as he looks over at me.
I shut my eyes and feign sleep.
He laughs to himself. “You don’t need to pretend. I can practically feel your eyes on me.”
I pop one eye open and assess his face. A ghost of a smile makes him seem youthful. Happy, even.
“Busted.” I hold the sheet to my chest as I sit up.
He chuckles under his breath. His hands begin moving again, filling the room with music. “Any requests?”
My eyes expand to the point of pain. “What?”
“Do you have a favorite song?”
“Me?” The question comes out as a whisper.
