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“It’s been so long,” he mumbles, his mouth going up my neck, searching for mine. No, it hasn’t been that long, but the truth is that right now, it feels like centuries. “Take me home with you.”

The moment his body enters mine, I’m sure that not only has he found his way back.

I’m walking on unknown ground, and this is where I’ll find what I was looking for.

Chapter Twenty

Taking this step has been an epic size mistake.

I realize it at the same moment he starts to move inside me. He’s so big and so hard. My eyes are closed, my mouth is open, and my heart is racing in my chest like a stallion in the middle of a race.

Yes, the feeling is wonderful, and I’ve never felt so complete before. Every inch of my body feels alive as he claims me again. But, the problem is that if any of this goes wrong, I know I won’t be able to recover. If he were to lie to me again, if there was something more hidden in our midst, I’m sure it would be my end.

“This feels real,” I whisper.

“It is, love, it is.” His very accurate answer goes straight to my heart, squeezes my chest, and makes me smile. “It’s real and eternal.”

He showers kisses down my temple, down my cheeks, across the line of my jaw. And his strong hands touch my breasts, I arch at the sensations.

“Stella,” Lionel tugs on my body and drops my legs. He pushes me to find him in the middle. Moving as fast as I can. “Baby, don’t rush, let it last.”

But I can’t. My mind is clouded by this overwhelming desire. I’m desperate for it. The blood that runs through my veins is charged with pleasure. And this is all his fault. He transformed me into a shameless woman who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants so badly.

Payback time, Kral.

He pushes harder, deeper, giving my body what it’s asking for. “You feel so good. Can you feel how hard I am for you? How hard I’m losing control, Stella?”

Control? What control? I don’t know the meaning of that word anymore.

When I open my eyes, his intense gaze meets mine. He’s everywhere. It is undeniable, each sense, each of my heartbeats, each moan leaving my lips bears his name.

The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure, our rapid breaths, and his skin against mine. I can’t keep my hands on his shoulders, my fingers itching to touch him, to claim him as mine in the same way he’s doing with me.

My nails dig into his skin, we both become desperate and frantic when we both ride out our orgasms. My eyes fill with tears. This is too much.

The love I feel for him is so great that it fills everything, fixes the cracks that threaten to break my heart, and makes everything brighter.

More exciting.

“Don’t cry,” he says, kissing my cheeks again. “Don’t be afraid we’ll be fine. This is a new beginning, Stella, our do-over.”

“Lionel, I…”

“I take good care of what’s mine. I know that this situation of ours is special, but the future awaits us,” he declares, looking at me with intensity, his eyes burning into me. “Now, you’re mine.”

“I’ve always been yours,” I gasp. “Always.”

“Now more than ever.” I want to argue with him, he’s the only one, the owner of my heart, but air can’t reach my lungs. He stole my breath away.

His head falls on my chest, and from his chest comes a small laugh that reverberates in mine.

“There are no words…” he murmurs, and although he hasn’t finished the sentence, I fully understand what just happened.

His hands caress my sides while mine tangle in his hair, holding him right where he is, although he has tried to move, not to crush me with the weight of his body. And the truth is that I love it. I love the feeling of his strength on me.

Alive.

Owned.

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