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The words hit me like a tidal wave, washing away all my doubts and worries. He said it. My heart stumbles, and for a moment, I forget to breathe.
He looks down at me and says, "I love you" again like he’s making sure I heard him. “I didn’t expect it. I didn’t plan for it. But it’s happened. What started out as wanting to protect you has turned into so much more.”
I can feel my heart swelling with happiness. He continues, “It’s terrifying, to be honest. Thrilling, too. You make me feel things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”
I smile, happy tears slipping from my eyes. Before I know it, I’m full-on sobbing, my face buried in his shoulder. He holdsme close, his strong arms wrapped around me, anchoring me in place.
“I’m sorry,” I manage between sobs, my voice cracking. “I’m such a mess.”
He kisses the top of my head and rubs my back gently. “You’re allowed to be a mess now and again, Amelia. My job is to be here for you, to protect you, and I’ll do that every way I can.”
His words are soothing, wiping away my doubts. I pull back just enough to look at him, and I feel a mix of relief and love wash over me. This is real; what we have is real, and for the first time in a long time, I feel safe knowing he’s by my side.
I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him, and he kisses me right back, deep and slow, making my head spin. He scoops me up, lifting me off the floor, and carries me toward the bedroom.
He lays me down gently on the bed, his lips trailing over my skin, making me shiver. Slowly, he peels off my sleeping shorts and panties, his touch sending little sparks of electricity through me. I sit up, tugging my shirt over my head, and catch a glimpse of my boobs. They seem bigger.
As I’m lost in that thought, I notice him looking at me, his brow slightly furrowed.
“What’s up?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“You look different somehow,” he says, his voice laced with curiosity, “even more beautiful.”
I melt, feeling my heart do a little flip at his words, though, deep down, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s starting to suspect something. But then his lips are on me again, and all my thoughts scatter. Right now, I’m focused on this moment. Therest can come later.
He takes off his shirt and tosses it aside, then lies down next to me, his body warm against mine. His hand slips between my legs, fingers brushing over me in that way that drives me crazy. His touch is gentle at first, teasing, making me ache for more.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, his voice husky and filled with need.
I bite my lip, already losing myself in him. He slides his fingers over my clit, moving in slow, tantalizing circles, building the tension. My breath catches as his touch gets firmer, more insistent, but still careful, like he’s savoring every second of this.
He kisses me, soft and slow, his lips lingering on mine as I moan against his mouth. Every little movement of his fingers pushes me closer, my body trembling beneath his touch.
“Come for me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
I’m right there, teetering on the edge, and with one last slow, deliberate stroke, he pushes me over. My back arches, and I let out a shaky moan as I come to his touch, the orgasm rippling through me. His fingers keep working me, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m gasping for breath.
The wave fades, leaving me warm and flushed, but I want more,Ineedmore. I pull him closer, my body already craving him again.
Chapter 29
Melor
“You’re getting good at this,” I say as I watch her pull down my zipper. “I love how much you’re taking control.”
There’s something different about her tonight. It’s subtle but it’s there. I can’t put my finger on it, though. It’s like that old cliché about how loving someone makes them more beautiful, and fuck, do I love her.
Before I can overthink it, her hand reaches down, wrapping around my cock. Instantly, I’m yanked out of my head and back into the moment. She strokes me slowly, her touch firm and confident, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
She smirks up at me, playful as always. “Guess I’ve learned from someone who’s pretty bossy between the sheets.”
I grunt in response, but I can’t help the grin tugging at my lips. “Guess I’ll have to teach you a few more things, then.”
She leans down, her tongue teasing the tip of my manhood before trailing all the way down to the root. I groan, my hand instinctively tangling in her hair as she takes her time, savoringevery inch of me.
My heart pounds as all thoughts disappear. All I can focus on is her—how good she feels, how much I need her, and how she’s managing to take control of me all over again.
“God, you’re sexy,” I murmur as I watch her, mesmerized by how focused she is, how much she seems to enjoy this. It drives me wild, knowing she’s doing this because she wants to, not because she feels she has to.