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My fingers wind through his hair.Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.

Hooking his thumbs under the hem of my panties, he slides them down my legs. Positioning himself on his knees, he holds my bare legs against his chest. Then he kisses his way up my legs, staring into my eyes as he does. The closer he gets to my inner thighs, the more I writhe with need.

Locking eyes with me, he growls when he reaches the apex. “This,” he says. “This is mine.”

My body hums with desire. When his tongue slides through me, from bottom to top, as if he’s savoring me, I nearly cry with relief. A low growl vibrates from his mouth all the way up my spine. It awakens me. Brings me back to life.

He’s here. He’s mine.

I’m home.

As he continues to assault me with pleasure, licking, sucking, biting, I shut my eyes and let myself justfeelhim. He draws the orgasm out of my body like he knows exactly where to find it. Before I know it, I’m breathless and flying through the euphoria of a blinding climax.

I’m not even down from this high when he’s lying on top of me, pressing his cock into me. My body welcomes him like an extension of myself.

“God, you feel so good,” he mumbles into my neck. “You’re like heaven.”

I feel it too. This warm pleasure that only he can touch and a need that only grows with each thrust. I never want it to end.

And I need more.

“Harder,” I groan, desperate for the impact of his body.

He listens to me, pounding me into the mattress.

When he lifts up, our eyes connecting as his hands intertwine with mine above my head, I feel happier than I’ve felt in a long time. Maybe ever. We are connected physically, mentally, emotionally.

“I want to come inside you,” he says between gasps.

“Yes,” I cry out, barely able to even breathe from the harsh crash of his body.

Only a moment later, I nearly scream with the wave of pleasure that washes over me. At the same time, he stills, holding me tight as he comes, filling me like he promised.

We lie here for a while, just holding each other. Carefully, he pulls out and presses my legs together. My brows wrinkle with confusion.

“Keep me there for a little while longer.”

“Okay,” I reply.

I don’t think much about it as he settles his weight into the mattress behind me. Wrapping me up in his arms, he kisses my head and whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply before letting my eyes close and falling into an easy slumber with his body to keep me warm.

Everything feels settled and safe and perfect, so I don’t dream at all. No nightmares or fears to worry me. Just the feel of him near me and his words of affection on repeat in my mind.

When I wake up a couple hours later, he’s gone.

A manila envelope with my name scribbled on the front is on the nightstand.

Forty-Six

Dear Isaac,

Mom won’t give me your phone number or your address, but she said she would deliver this to you for me. If that’s all I can have, then I’ll take it. I promise this won’t be a sappy, emotional letter. I know how much you hate that.

For now, I hope you’re well.

And since I can’t exactly ask you any details about your life, I figured I’d fill you in on mine.

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