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“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

I have no doubt in my mind, so I give my answer immediately.

“Yes.”

He takes his fingers away and settles his hips more firmly between my legs. A rushed breath escapes me when his shaft bumps against my soft folds. He stays on one elbow and reaches between us. The head of his cock pokes at my entrance, before he stops, his eyes falling closed.

I lay my hand against his cheek, hating the look of uncertainty on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

His tortured eyes meet mine. “I’m so fuckin’ scared of hurting you.”

Lifting my head, I lay a kiss against his lips. “You won’t.”

I witness the indecision warring in his eyes, but after a moment, he nods. He brings the tip back to my entrance and pushes just the head inside before pausing. In the back of my mind, I realize I should be worried that it’s been so long and it may hurt a little, but I know it won’t matter. I know Aziah will take care with me.

He pushes in another inch, and my insides spasm around him. He groans, low and deep, his eyes sliding halfway closed. I lift my hips from the bed, taking in more of him. Grabbing the underside of my thigh, he hikes my leg up higher on his hip.

“Oh, Aziah,” I whimper, my body lighting on fire.

He bares his teeth and slides in another couple of inches. I feel deliciously full as my walls stretch to accommodate him.

“Rella,” he breathes, his eyes still fixed on me.

He flexes his hips until I feel them resting against the back of my thighs. He stops, his breaths coming harsh and labored.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine.

I smile. “I’m more than fine.” Other than a slight discomfort at the beginning and feeling incredibly full of him, it didn’t hurt.

Relief flashes on his face before he dips down for another kiss. He puts his other elbow on the bed beside my head and cages me in his protective bubble. Pulling his hips back, he slowly presses forward again, creating a splendid friction that has me moaning and panting and needing more.

His eyes smolder with heat as he whispers, “You feel incredibly perfect.”

I rock my hips into his. “So do you. I knew it would be like this with you.”

Pleasure flares in his eyes and he flexes his hips, the root of his shaft hitting my special spot.

Aziah makes love to me, his movements slow and steady, until I see stars in my eyes. Something’s happening deep in my stomach. Something I’ve never felt before, but something I know will be beautiful.

My stomach flutters and my legs grow numb. My mouth drops open and a loud cry leaves my lips when an explosion of pleasure rips through me, leaving me incoherent and utterly boneless.

Aziah grunts, his movements strengthening, but no less careful. I’m captivated by the rapturous look on his face as he finds the same pleasure he just gave me.

“I love you,” he says, his voice filled with wonder.

I look up into the eyes of the man I know I’ll love until my last breath, and know he’ll love me until the last beat of his heart.

Leaning up, I kiss him, then murmur against his lips, “I love you too.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

EMO

I STUFF MY HANDS IN MY pockets and watch the flame lick up the side of the structure, enjoying the heat on my face and the crackle of the fire as it slowly burns away the last remnants of my past. It’s poetic that his body is inside. He loved this fucking cabin. Loved even more bringing me here so he could do every twisted thing his fucked-up mind could conjure up. Every other escaped adult from Sweet Haven we exact vengeance on gets an unmarked place in the ground. Not my father’s mutilated corpse though. He doesn’t even deserve that.

I look over at Judge and nod.

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