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He sighs, fisting my hair in his grip, kissing me roughly before nipping my bottom lip. His eyes turn hooded, mouth brushing mine. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Promise to make it hurt?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “But I promise to make it feel good.”

My heart leaps at the emotional tug of his voice, and when he smashes his lips to mine, I no longer care how he does it, because all I want is him.

His expert hands guide the clothes off my body, the strap of my tank top lowering, his mouth following the path until his lips lock around my nipple, sucking and flicking while his other hand tugs off my shorts. I’m bare and slick, craving this man with a passion so deep, I bathe in the fragility and strength of a love likeours.

His palms cup both of my breasts as he takes his time, causing my eyes to roll. It’s then that his lips move south, kissing down my abdomen, opening my thighs until his mouth closes around my clit. He sucks it tighter, while two fingers slowly slip inside me and curve. Hitting my G-spot, he drives deeper with every stroke, my nails clawing his shoulder blades as I cry and beg for release.

“Oh God, yes, don’t stop…”

My toes curl as he continues to take me ruthlessly, his eyes on mine, daring me to look away. I know he likes it when our gazes lock, the connection in that moment bringing us to a whole other level. He pounds his fingers into me until I gasp a moan, unable to stop the tidal wave about to rush over me. And when his teeth graze around my throbbing clit, I scream out his name and his alone, because he owns me until my very last breath.

He doesn’t give me reprieve. Grabbing my hips, he positions me on top of him, his hard length nudging inside me as my hands land on his shoulders.

“Ride my cock, baby. Show me how good you can take it.”

Without his eyes leaving mine, I slowly lower myself onto him, my mouth parting with a desperate cry as he gives me every thick inch of him.

“Fuuuck!” He palms my ass and without warning slams the rest of himself inside me until my body’s trembling. “Sorry, babe.” He smirks. “Just couldn’t help myself.”

With a groan, I press my chest to his and kiss him while he rolls my hair around his wrist. His hips bow into me with abandon, and he’s the one who’s fucking me.

But I don’t mind. I like it when he takes control. I want him to.

His teeth sink into my jaw until I’m climbing once more, the release ebbing through me. He’s taking it easy on me with my injury, and I know it’s because he worries about me. It’s that lovefor me that shines through everything he does. And it only makes me love him more.

We lose ourselves in one another, free to be ourselves. No masks between us any longer. Not literally, and certainly not figuratively.

He flips me beneath him, his hand fastening around my throat as he drives deeper, harder, kissing me, nipping my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth.

My nails score up his back, my ankles hooking into his behind as I pull him in even deeper. When he wrenches back to stare down at me, I find untethered affection within his gaze. It unearths me.

His knuckles feather down my face as he fucks me slower, yet with more passion than I’ve ever felt.

“I never thought I’d have this.” His thumb strokes my jaw. “But somehow I found forever here in your eyes.”

Those words send my emotions into chaos. Because when I was least expecting it, I found forever in his too.

His lips find mine again in the heat of our desire, in the wake of the binding of our souls as one. And together, we reach the precipice. No longer alone. No longer hungry or starved for love nor affection. Because we have it now. We have it and we’ve earned it, and no one will ever take it away.

When we come down from the high, my arms clasp around him and I cozy up my face into his chest, feeling the weight of his heartbeats thumping as quickly as mine.

His arms drape around me, tighter and tighter, and a grin widens on my face.

“I think I finally figured out how to hold you right.” His warm breath across my ear has me sighing.

“You always did, Adriel. Even when you didn’t think so.”

He growls, snapping his palm around my nape, and pulls me in for a languid kiss.

This right here is what I once always dreamed of. But with him, I somehow found it, and I know I’ll always have it. I’ll always have him.

Nothing can break us, because together, we’ll break them instead.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

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