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Everything fades around us when he places his hands on my cheeks while looking deeper into my eyes. “Shay, I’m going to kiss you now. Kiss you in a way no one’s ever kissed you.”

I gulp.

My perfect kiss that I’ve always pictured would include a symphony of emotions and sensations. It would comprise passion, tenderness, and a connection that would leave a lasting imprint on both of our souls. It would be more about an emotional depth of intimacy shared in the moment than about a physical act.

I brace myself for disappointment. If he fails to deliver on his promise of a kiss like no one else, maybe I can finally let him go.

My hearts races with anticipation. My overloaded sense of desire for him heightens.

Seeing the reflection of my own longing mirrored back at me in his dark eyes makes it harder to breathe.

Slowly, he closes the distance between us. His breath mingles with mine in a captivating dance.

Our lips meet in a soft, tentative caress at first—a gentle exploration that speaks volumes without words.

His hands never leave my face, his touch conveying his love for me.

As the kiss deepens, our mutual passion ignites like wildfire, consuming us.

His mouth moves in perfect harmony with mine. Each movement of our tongues and lips is a testament of our shared longing.

The soft brush of his lips, the silky feel of his beard against my skin, the warmth of his breath, the gentle tug of desire pulls us closer together.

I’m never going to let him go, even though one day I’ll have no choice.

A horn honks, forcing us to break apart, breathless and exhilarated.

What we shared was more than just a kiss—it was his promise of a love that transcended words, a love that would endure through every trial we face together.

Only it’s a promise he’ll have to break when his true mate’s clock ticks.

Chapter 20

Jayce

After Shay’s confession, my feelings are on overload.

My heart might shatter if making love to her ever caused her any pain—physically or emotionally.

When she’s ready to try, I’m certain she’ll be terrified that all the work she’s put into healing her body will have been for nothing. Hell, I’ll probably be just as afraid.

I want to know what she’s feeling. This secret she carries has to have taken an emotional toll on her wellbeing.

Can I get her to open up more?

While my soul hangs heavy with the knowledge of what she’s been through, I smile. It can’t be a coincidence that she sought help not long after meeting me. Is she doing this for us and not just herself?

I’ll have to work harder to convince her that a physical relationship isn’t the most important thing to me. I’m sure with my history, anyone would doubt my sincerity.

It matters not to me what anyone else believes about me. Only Shay’s opinion and trust in me matters.

Yeah, I have a serious case of blue balls. My bull too. And I’ll spend the next fourteen weeks emptying the bullets until callouses form on the skin between my thumb and finger. I haven’t had to use my hand since I discovered the free pussy in the herd anytime I wanted it.

My bull took me by surprise at the news of her pain. His need to procreate is always bubbling at the surface. Yet, his love for her and his need to never cause her pain brought out a side of him I didn’t know existed. Empathy toward her overrules his nature.

Despite the challenges we face with lovemaking, I choose to hold on to hope. The fact that Shay is getting help and there’s a possibility that it could improve her experience with sexual intercourse tells me the Fates will intervene if necessary.

I’m sure the three of them are laughing, pairing a borderline sex addict with a female who can’t make love.

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