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Leaning his forehead against mine, he sighs.

“Please, I want you inside me. I need you.”

Stretching my entrance, he slowly sinks inside, never breaking eye contact. And it is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen him do.

His hard cock nudges me open, exposing my throbbing clit. I let my head fall back, already getting wetter with each push. Our stomachs press together as we start to move.

Letting his forehead drop against mine, he watches me slowly moving, prolonging the sensation. He kisses me. First the corner of my lips, then hard as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

Gasping his name, I know I’m going to come and then this is over. We will be over.

“Oh please, don’t stop,” I pant, my hands disappearing into his hair. Sweat pools between our stomachs, and his labored breathing matches mine.

He groans when I press my muscles together around his cock, throbbing and straining against his hardness. When he pushes in deep again, I come, shouting his name. I collapse, the orgasm hitting me hard, but I know we aren’t done.

“Alice,” he growls, and traces my mouth with his lips. His breath skates over my tongue. He is watching me with a content smile on his face, one I haven’t seen in years. He thrusts into me again. I writhe under him. His smile is sad when he kisses me softly, and I lose myself in his embrace. He is tender with me.

This isn’t the man I left all those years ago. The man who chose touring the world over me. The man who didn’t return my calls, who wasn’t home, and when he was, was either drunk or passed out.

I don’t want him to be tender. I want him to hurt me. To make it easier to walk away. Love shouldn’t be like this. I am never going to be enough. Knowing that tears me apart.

He swirls his hips and I moan, my back coming off the bed.

“I won’t let go,” he grunts, pushing into me again. “I’ll never let you go.”

I clamp my pussy muscles together and he swears.

“Fuck, babe, you’re tight.”

I do it again and his cock twitches inside of me.

“Do it,” I taunt before taking his bottom lip between my teeth and pulling hard.

He growls as he moves out of me, and throws me onto my side. He straddles my leg, and takes a deep breath. Hovering above me, his hands are on either side of my face.

We lock eyes and I whimper when he lifts my knee up to my chest.

“This what you want?” he drawls, leaning into me. The stubble of his beard leaves little currents of electricity on my skin.

“Yes,” I groan while he moves behind me, pushing into me hard and moaning my name. It hurts and burns at the same time. The way he stretches me and plows into me brings tears to my eyes but he doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to. He fucks me hard, making good on his promise. We both come at the same time, collapsing into each other’s arms.

And I hold him while his tears fall on my chest.

While the morning light shines through the windows, I watch him sleep. He is lying on his stomach, his hair covering his face. I push it back and he smiles.

I lean in, kissing him one last time, capturing this moment in my mind, knowing I might never be able to trust him with my heart again.

I take off my ring and lay it on the nightstand. I dig my shoes out from under his bed and get dressed. Holding his shirt against my nose, I inhale his scent, and pull it over my head.

Kissing his forehead, I whisper in his ear, “I will always love you, Navarone.” My voice breaks and I wipe away my tears. “You were my home; you were my dream.”

And I know if he ever loved me, he will let me go.

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