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I couldn’t breathe now and didn’t care. It had never felt this good before. I could feel the sensations crashing through me, leaving me in a daze of erotic bliss. I was losing control, crying and calling his name as I slammed my pussy down on the big, throbbing cock beneath me. My orgasm was like a wild monster, raging and slamming against me.

Falling forward, I buried my face in the crook of Leon’s neck as I clamped my pussy around him. He grabbed my ass and took over the job of thrusting, hips lifting as he pushed his cock harder and deeper inside me until the monster burst out of me. I screamed as I came, writhing and twisting against Leon as my climax tore me in two.

“I love you!” I said, reaching into the very depth of my soul and flinging the truth into the cosmos. “I love you, Leon!”

“Fuck me,” he roared an instant before he drove into me one last time.

Then I felt him come. Felt the way the heated, hard pulse of his erection throbbed with every shot of cum. I felt spurt after spurt, filling me up and heating up my womb. This went beyond pleasure. It was heaven, and I knew I would never want anything else again. There was no one else for me but him.

I collapsed on top of him, the both of us gasping for breath. Leon grabbed the back of my head and pushed his tongue inside my mouth.

“I love you,” he said, still out of breath, gasping the words like he could not wait to say them. “I’ve loved you for so long, and I don’t even know when it happened. Loved you so long, I told myself I didn’t want a family or children because I didn’t think I could ever be with you. Loved you so much it killed me to know I had hurt you.”

“No…” I shook my head, cupping his face and pressing my lips to his. “You didn’t hurt me, Leon. You saved me.”

And as I clung to him, I knew I had found my home. I belonged to him, body and soul. And he was mine.

Chapter Nine

Iwas woken up by the smell of eggs and bacon. When I opened my eyes, Leon was placing a breakfast tray on the bedside table. He smiled when he saw I was awake.

“Good morning,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me.

His kiss sent a jolt through my body that woke me up fully. “Good morning,” I replied, grinning so hard my lips hurt. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said softly.

“I love you,” I said again, this time kneeling on the bed and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I can’t believe I get to say that every day now.”

“For the rest of our lives,” Leon promised. We kissed again, this one lasting twice as long as our first kiss of the day. “Breakfast,” he said, pushing me away and reaching for the tray. “I have so much planned for us this morning.”

“I was hoping we would spend the morning in bed,” I said, wagging my eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t worry, we’ll do a little bit of that this morning. Then we’re going on that hike we were supposed to go on. See if we can get to that peak,” he said, pointing at the hills surrounding the cabin through the window.

I looked outside and admitted the weather looked perfect for a hike. “Okay.”

“And when we get back, we’ll do a little more of that before eating lunch and then a lot more of that after lunch, before heading back to the city.”

“I think you just described the perfect day,” I whispered.

He grinned and picked up the breakfast tray. I sat on the bed and winced when my sore bottom made contact with the sheets.

Leon noticed, and his brows furrowed in confusion. “I have something for that,” he said, reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out an ointment. “I’ll rub it in after you finish breakfast.”

I cocked a brow. “Rub it in? Leon, you know you can now rub my ass anytime you want? To be honest, I don’t think I would have minded at all if you ever did.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that over the years.”

“Really?” I asked, tearing a piece of bacon with my teeth and chewing on it. “When was the first time you thought about doing it?”

“Eat your food,” he said, popping a grape in his mouth.

“Leon?” I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes on him. “How long have you had feelings for me?”

“Not answering that.”

“Why not?” I raised the tray and pushed myself forward. “When did you fall in love with me, Leon?”

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