Page 45 of Untamed Hearts

Ashlyn responded with a hunger that matched my own, her hands sliding up my back, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. Our kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, and I felt the fire inside me ignite, my need for her overwhelming. I could feel every beat of my heart, every breath she took as our bodies pressed together. The intensity of the moment drowning out everything else.

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, and the sight of her—lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire—sent another wave of heat coursing through me. Without a word, I

leaned in again, my lips finding the curve of her neck, trailing soft kisses along her skin, feeling the way she trembled beneath my touch. Her hands were in my hair now, her fingers tangling in the

strands as she tilted her head back, giving me more access.

“Stephanie,” she whispered, her voice breathless, filled with a need that mirrored my own. The sound of my name on her lips, spoken in that tone, was all the encouragement I needed. I let my hands roam, sliding beneath the fabric of her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. She arched into my touch, her breath hitching as I found the sensitive spots that I knew so well. My fingers traced the lines of her body, memorizing every dip, every curve, as if it were the

first time.

Her hands moved too, exploring me with the same intensity, the same desire. There was a sense of urgency between us, a need to be as close as possible, to erase any distance that might have existed. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, fast and steady, matching the rhythm of my own.

As we moved together, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other. Every touch, every kiss, was a reminder of the connection we shared—a connection that had

only deepened over time. The world outside might have been uncertain, filled with challenges and doubts, but here, in this moment, everything was clear. I pushed her gently back onto the couch, leaning over her, my hands framing her face as I kissed

her again, long and slow. Savoring the taste of her, the feel of her beneath me. She responded with a soft moan, her hands sliding down to my hips, pulling me closer. The sound of her, the way she

moved against me, sent a thrill through my entire body. I couldn’t help but smile against her lips.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her. The sight of her lying there, hair spread out like a dark halo, eyes half-closed with desire, was almost too much to bear. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers as I whispered, “I love you, Ashlyn.”

Her eyes opened fully at my words, and for a moment, she just looked at me, her expression softening, filled with a tenderness that made my heart swell. “I love you too, Stephanie,” she replied, her voice filled with the same depth of emotion.

And then we were kissing again, and the rest of the world fell away. There was only us, only this moment, filled with the kind of intimacy that came from knowing and loving someone so completely. Our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time. Each touch, each kiss, became a testament to the love we had built, to the life we had created together.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. There was no past and no future—only the here and now, and the love that filled the space between us. It was a love that had been tested, a love that had grown

stronger with each challenge. As we lay there, wrapped up in each other, I knew this was where I was meant to be. With her, always.

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