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It was a scintillating moment. I tugged and pulled at the sheets, moaning as if I was in pain. Oh, if this was pain it was truly delicious.

He licked fervently, pushing every button oh-so correctly. As he spread me even wider, driving his tongue inside in a sweet orchestration, I lost it. The climax was brutal, sweeping through me like a tidal wave.

I couldn’t do anything but open my mouth, issuing a labored breath. He continued licking until I managed to fist his hair, doing my best to drag him up further on the bed. I needed the full weight of him. I needed the warmth.

There was nothing I wanted more than to have his cock buried deep inside.

He pressed kisses against one inner thigh then the other before trailing a series of them on my stomach and breasts. His eyes were locked onto mine as he continued the path, flicking his tongue back and forth across one nipple then the other.

As he kicked my legs apart using his knee, I rubbed my hands up his chest before digging my nails into his shoulders.

“My beautiful, bad girl. My forever.”

My forever.

Hearing the words would have meant very little to me before but on this night, they meant everything. He allowed me to wrap my hand around his shaft, sliding the tip up and down my pussy. I was fully aware he wouldn’t allow my teasing to last but I enjoyed the moment, the closeness, the heat.

And the building need.

I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else ever again.

Somehow, I didn’t think he’d allow that to happen. If it did by accident, God help the man who made that mistake.

When I finally positioned his cockhead against my swollen folds, I expected him to thrust his shaft deep inside in his usual possessive manner. As he gently pressed it into my tight channel, I was thrown as much by the tenderness as I was for the growing need for him to be rough and tumble.

But I sensed he wasn’t ready for that, wanting me to remember softer times and that all men weren’t violent and evil creatures.

Everything about the man and the moment was special, so much so we both remained in a euphoric state. The moment he was fully seated inside, I wrapped my legs around his thighs. Together, at that beautiful moment, we were as one. We moved together as a well-orchestrated machine, our breathing similar, our desires the same.

Neither one of us blinked as we made love to each other, enjoying the moment and the time shared, the alone time that I hoped would continue.

As before, time had no place inside this room and while I had no idea how long we were coupled together, as another climax rushed through me, I was pulled into pure ecstasy, doing everything I could not to scream. He sensed it, capturing my mouth all over again, daring me to do so into his mouth.

And I did.

The release left me tingling all over, enough so I was in a blurry state of mind, incapable of thinking. That was just fine by me.

He continued pushing me higher and higher, one orgasm leading to another, but I knew the moment when he couldn’t hold back any longer. I always did.

There was something joyful about being able to squeeze my muscles around his cock, pulling him even deeper as he filled me with his seed.

When he threw his head back with a solid guttural roar, I was thrilled to the point of gushing.

We were so close, so much in tune with each other. The horrors had passed, our lives ahead of us and I could only pray that it would last well into the future.

Even though I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

CHAPTER 27

Kage

All good things come to those who wait.

I don’t know who’d thought of the statement, but it made sense to me at this moment, even if I had a feeling our fantasy was about to come crashing down.

I’d seen the look on the police officer’s face the night before after he’d called in my name. I knew what the bastards had been thinking.

That I had something to do with the attack.

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