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His response was a low growl as he thrust himself deeper into me; my words cut off by the overwhelming surge of pleasure coursing through my body. The world spun as ecstasy crashed over me in waves; Nathan’s name was the only coherent thought left in my mind.

“Are you going to come for me, petal?" he chanted my name like a religion, my name falling from his lips with such reverence that it sounded more like a plea than anything else. His movements grew erratic, the rhythm we'd established earlier abandoned.

“Yes, fuck—”

His thrusts became relentless, driving me to the edge of sanity. His name was a helpless shout on my lips as I clenched around him, my body convulsing as climax ripped through me.

As if reading my mind, Nathan's thumb found my clit, and with just a few firm strokes, he sent me spiralling into oblivion. My body convulsed around him, every nerve ending raw and sensitive as waves of pleasure washed over me.

The world shrank to the point of exquisite sensation, and then exploded in an array of vibrant colors behind my eyelids.

I clung to Nathan, my nails digging into his skin as aftershocks of pleasure tremored through me. He followed soon after, his body stiffening before he buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a guttural growl that echoed around the small room.

He held me there for a few seconds, his breath ragged against my skin, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. And then with a sigh that was bordering on reverence, he gently pulled out and lowered me onto the floor.

“Come on,” he said, his hand grabbing mine. “Let’s go to bed.”

Chapter Thirty-Three: Nathan

We slept for a full fourteen hours.

It felt like I was processing all that had happened to me since that fateful night when I’d driven to my parents’ house—the night I’d lost Abby, lost everything. The night I’d watched my father murder my mother.

Since then, I hadn’t gotten a full night’s rest. What sleep I did get was disturbed by frightening ghosts, and by wrestling with my own demons.

Now I was back here, where I belonged, I could finally sleep.

We slept tangled in each other’s arms, waking only once to make love again. The rain poured all night, streaming down the grimy window of our unexpected sanctuary.

Sunlight sneaked past the curtains, nudging me awake. My eyes flickered open to Abby's face inches from mine. She had this half-smile that knew things—things about the night before, things about us. Her fingers combed through my hair, pushing it back like she was making sure I was still real.

"I love you," she said.

"Love you too." It came out rough, like my voice had just woken up along with the rest of me.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers in a slow, easy kiss. It wasn't rushed or desperate. It was just…right. I pulled back enough to see her grinning at me, then wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Come here," I murmured.

Without hesitating, she shifted, straddling me…sinking down onto my already-hard cock. Like everything else with us, it just fit. She settled onto me, and I held her close, feeling like this was exactly where we were meant to be.

Right now, nothing else mattered—not the past, not the danger outside; just Abby and me, together.

Abby moved, her hips finding a rhythm over me. I could feel every bit of her, tight and warm around me. My hands found her waist, guiding her as she rode me slow and steady. It was like we were stealing time, just for us.

And damn it, I felt greedy.

"Mine," I breathed out, the word barely there but heavy with everything I felt. Because she was—mine, in a way I never thought I'd have anything or anyone.

Her eyes locked on mine, fierce and soft all at once. "Always," she whispered back, her movements never faltering.

I couldn't get enough of her, my hands roaming over her skin, memorizing the feel of her. This wasn't just about getting off. This was deeper, something that clawed right inside your chest and set up shop.

I lifted her, then pulled her back down, each movement pushing me deeper. She kissed me, and I lost myself to the taste of her lips, the give and take between us. It was just us—the sounds of our breathing, the heat of our bodies.

"God, Abby…" The rest got swallowed up by another kiss.

We kept moving together, a silent promise between us that no matter what lay ahead, this was ours. No one could touch this, this thing we had. It was messed up, considering where we both came from, but it was ours.

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