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After a few moments of breathing together, he only moves his face to the other side and repeats the process of smoothing his lips over my scars, kissing and loving where the pain once was, where healing has replaced the sorrow. Where his love is mending all my hurts.
Rising higher in the bed, he props on his elbows so his fingers are in my hair, tracing my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice is low. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”
Another rush of tears pools in my eyes, and I lift up to kiss him, holding his jaw until I can’t wait any longer. “I love you.”
“I love you.” So much confidence is in his tone.
Not a single doubt, and it fills me with so much healing warmth.
He kisses my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. His palms cover my scars as his mouth lowers to my breasts, kissing and pulling my nipples, teasing them with his teeth. I moan in response, arching my back, and he rises higher between my thighs.
His pelvis slides against me, massaging my clit, and I feel his erection, long and hard on my legs. Rocking my hips, I whimper, needing more of him.
Velvet lips trace a line from my breasts to my jaw, and the way he worships me, the feel of his hard body against my soft one, the urgency of our reunion is all too much.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, and his mouth covers mine.
His tongue invades my mouth at the same time his cock enters, stretching me, making me break away with a loud moan.
“Fuck…” His head drops against my shoulder, and his hips pick up speed. “It feels so fucking good.”
My knees rise, and I rock my pelvis in time with his movements. We’re feverish, and I’m so sensitive, orgasm races through my thighs, heating and burning my lower belly.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”
He drives deeper, fucking me harder as if he can’t control himself. It grinds my clit, and the faster he moves, he finds a place deep in me I’ve never felt. My eyes squeeze shut, and sparks ignite behind my lids.
“Oh, God!” I gasp, gripping his tight ass and pushing him further, frantic to help him keep hitting that spot.
He doesn’t stop, and with every stroke, I rise higher, my toes curling, my muscles twisting tighter. Delicious heat floods my pussy, until all at once, I burst into a thousand shuddering sparks of light. A high-pitched moan rips from my throat, and I jerk, arching and coming.
In that moment, he holds, and I feel his cock, thick and veined pumping again and again as he groans. His ass tenses beneath my grip, and another flash of orgasm tightens my core. It makes him groan again, and I feel his heart beating so hard against my chest.
We’re consumed, holding and loving, riding out the highest of highs. Letting our bodies melt into one until at last we find the shore. We’re smiling and panting, teeth colliding as we smile through kisses.
Coming down from a place where my scars don’t matter. Where our past is behind us, and what we have is passion and love and a future to create together.
CHAPTER25
ADAM
Rolling onto my side, I cradle her body in mine, tracing my fingers along her shoulders, loving the feel of her in my arms. “I wanted to kill him,” I confess, not meeting her eyes.
“He’s dead.” I look up, and her face is so relaxed, she actually looks free. “And anyway, I thought you were about peace and love.”
“I’m not so peaceful when it comes to you.” I’ve come to accept it about myself now more than ever.
“For the first time, I feel like it’s really over.”
“It is over.” As long as I have anything to do with it.
She cuddles deeper into my embrace, and I only want to hold her, love her, take away all her fear as long as I’m alive. She awakens a protective urge in me that’s beyond my ability to control.
Lifting her chin, she looks up at me with those pretty hazel eyes. “Why do you love me so much?”
Gazing down at her, all the reasons crowd together in my mind. “You’re smart and kind. You’re funny and a great mom. You’re really good at your job, and you’re damn sexy in that office. I seriously want to christen your desk.”
“Hmm…” Her eyebrow arches. “I think we can make that happen.”