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In one fluid motion, she’s freed from any remaining barriers, and for a moment, we just look at each other—bare in ways that go beyond flesh. The beauty of Ever laid out before me is more than I ever thought possible.
There’s no rushing this time—every movement is deliberate. This isn’t about lust; it’s about binding ourselves together after being torn apart. Falling onto her, I slide my cock into her gently, hoping I’m not hurting her too much. She gasps, but she doesn’t push me away. Slow and steady, I kiss away the tears that spill onto her cheeks.
She clings to me tighter with every thrust, each one whispering forgiveness and reigniting something deep within us that had been snuffed out by doubt and pain. With every touch, with every moan that escapes her lips, I’m piecing back together the shattered fragments of our relationship.
Her pussy soaks my cock, and I let out an unfettered groan, the sound raw and primitive in the quiet of my room. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper, and the world narrows to the slick heat of her, the clenching tightness that beckons mefurther into the abyss. With each pull, I sink into a newly forged rhythm between us.
Ever’s breath hitches in her throat, her fingers digging into my back with a fierce urgency before her breath hitches, and she eases up, remembering the flogging. The pain is sharp, but it anchors me—reminds me this is real and not some fever dream conjured from guilt and longing.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair and feeling her pulse race against my lips. “I love you,” I murmur.
“Ben...”
With each stroke, I’m tearing down walls and building something new—something frightening in its intensity. This isn’t just sex; it’s a confession, an absolution offered with each shuddering climax that we chase together.
But it’s her eyes that brand me deepest; and my cock grows stiffer inside her as the tears spill down her cheeks.
Her tears are the confession that pierces through all the bullshit, all the hurt we’ve piled on her. Her sobs hit me harder than any fist could, and I know we’ve broken something in her—something we can’t fix with kisses or whispered promises.
“Ever, fuck, I’m sorry,” I rasp out, my voice cracking. The intensity of the moment is too much, and I slow my thrusts, trying to give her space even though every fibre of my being screams to keep going. But this isn’t about me; it’s about her—about us and the jagged path we’re stumbling down.
She doesn’t respond with words, just a nod and a bite of her lip that tells me she’s holding back a dam of emotions. But her arms don’t let go; they hold on as if I’m her life vest in the middle of a raging sea.
The sensation builds inside me—tightening, coiling—but it’s overshadowed by the need to protect her, to shield her from anymore pain. “I’ve got you,” I say. “I love you. I won’t ever hurt you again.”
Her body starts to shake beneath me—a silent cry, a release of everything she’s been hoarding inside. As she comes undone, my control slips away. My hips drive forward with an urgency that matches the pulse of her heart against mine.
We climax together as her pussy clutches my cock possessively, a feeling that I will cherish until my dying day. There’s no hiding from each other now; we’re exposed in every way that counts.
“Ben,” she breathes out, and her voice is so frail it nearly breaks me.
“I love you, Ever. I’m sorry,” I tell her again, my tone gentle, though inside, I’m raging against the pain that’s got its claws in her.
We stay like that, pressed together, the silence speaks volumes. Her breaths even out, and I watch the rise and fall of her shoulders, feeling the echo of her heartbeat against mine. It’s messed up how close we are, and yet how far apart we feel.
I close my eyes, holding on to her, vowing to fight through the darkness with her, even if I have to do it one shattered piece at a time.
6
EVER
I’m catching my breath, skin flushed, tears still brimming, when Alistair’s voice slices through the quiet of Ben’s room. “Ever, we need you back down here.”
Glancing at Ben, he gives me a severe stare, which unnerves me. “Give me a sec,” I call back, more out of stubbornness than any real intent to stall. Ben’s fingers trace my cheek, a silent promise that he’s right beside me in this, too. He doesn’t need to speak; his touch says everything. I don’t need to worry.
We dress quickly and Ben takes my hand, leading me downstairs.
When we enter, the faces of Alistair, Damien, and Charlie greet us as if they’ve sat here waiting for us to finish having sex.
Great.
They must know. It’s probably stamped on my forehead, along with everything else.
Their eyes are sharp, cutting straight to something deep inside me that squirms under their gaze.
“Sit down, Ever,” Alistair commands, pointing to an ornate chair that suddenly seems more like a throne of judgment than apiece of furniture. I don’t miss the way his blue eyes darken with concern—or is it control?
Who can tell anything anymore?
