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“You feel better,” she panted. “Harder. Please. So close.”

Who was I to deny my girl what she needed? Picking up the pace, I started to piston harder, bottoming out with each thrust. And way too soon, I could feel the telltale tingling at the base of my spine as my balls started to tighten. No matter how much I wanted to make this last forever, I couldn’t.

Slipping my hand between us, I pressed my thumb against her clit and started to rub.

“Shit, B!” she cried. “God, don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

“Don’t hold back, beautiful,” I told her as I rubbed that swollen bud harder and picked up my pace even more. “Let go. Take me with you.”

And with three more thrusts, she did.

“Braden, fuck!” she groaned as she pulsed around me, squeezing my cock in a vise grip.

Unable to hold back any longer, I tumbled off the cliff with her into that blissful freefall that had never felt so good.

“Christ, Dani,” I growled, claiming her lips in a fierce kiss as I spilled myself inside her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

DANIELA

Pantinglike he’d just run a marathon, Braden brought his lips to mine in a soft, tender kiss as he slipped an arm under my shoulders and gripped one of my legs, then rolled us over so I was splayed across his chest. When I rested my head on his shoulder, he kissed my hairline while trailing his fingers up and down my spine.

For several long, leisurely minutes, neither of us spoke. It was like we were both afraid to be the first one to break the spell we were under. Like the second either of us said a word, we’d wake up to find out we were dreaming.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” he finally asked, barely above a whisper. “Sore or anything?”

“Just a little. I’m okay. Better than okay. That was…” I trailed off, unable to find words.

How did I describe the way it felt to connect with him not just with our bodies, but with our hearts and minds and spirits? The way it felt to be seen, understood, validated, andcherishedthe way Braden had just done for me? The way it felt to realize that the one person I’d thought was my mortal enemy was actually the other half of my soul?

“Everything,” he finished for me, moving a hand to my chin and tilting my face up so he could steal a kiss. “Absolute fucking perfection.”

I chuckled. “Wow, so poetic.”

He laughed, then rolled us to our sides as he slowly pulled out of me, making me whimper at the sudden loss of him.

“Do you have a washcloth?” he asked me.

“Bottom right drawer of the vanity.”

Braden pulled me close as he brought his mouth back to mine, kissing me long and slow. I moaned at the utterly blissful feeling of his skin against mine as he caressed my shoulders, my back, my hips, my ass while our lips and tongues moved together. Like a faint echo of the magic that was still swirling around this room.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered against my lips.

Getting out of bed, he went over to my vanity and pulled open the drawer, retrieving two dark washcloths. Then he walked out of the room, and I heard water running in the bathroom before he returned with my bottle of ibuprofen and a wet washcloth.

He gently rolled me onto my back and put a hand on the inside of my thigh, guiding my legs apart. “You’re bleeding a little, sweetheart. Let me get you cleaned up. And we should change this sheet too.”

As he brought the warm washcloth to my core, I hissed at the feeling of the coarse fabric against my sensitive skin, but I forced myself to keep my legs open as he gently washed the remnants of our lovemaking away.

“Sorry. I’m done,” he murmured, dropping a kiss on my lips before handing me the pill bottle. “I know you said you’re not that sore, but I want you to take some ibuprofen. Just in case.”

I sat up and kissed him, whimpering softly as he pulled me close again, but just as he licked at the seam of my lips, I heard Isaac crying and pulled back. Honestly, I was surprised it hadtaken him this long to wake up with all the noise I’d made in the past half-hour. I’d tried to keep it down, but Braden had just been making me feel too good. It was impossiblenotto vocalize it.

“I’ve got him,” Braden said. “Go get some water to take the pills with and grab a fresh sheet. I’ll help you change it after I take care of him.”

“He probably needs to be changed,” I told him. “You sure you’re okay doing that?”

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