Page 59 of Shattered

His lips curl into a grin. “And I will forever cherish every part of you,” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss me, but I place my hands on his chest, stopping him.

“Wait,”

His brows knit together. “What’s wrong?”

I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I need to tell you something,” I say softly, looking into his eyes. I’m in awe of this man and how effortlessly he’s become an essential part of my heart and life. With every moment we spend together, he feels more like someone I can’t live without, someone I will never want to forget. I’m drawn to him—his laughter, his love, his kindness, the way he looks at me as if he understands me completely. And now, I can no longer contain my feelings inside. I’m bursting with the need to tell him how I feel.

His eyes blaze as he stares back at me. “What, sweetheart?”

“I love you,” the words escape my lips, and though the feelings have always been there, I’ve often pushed them aside. But today, saying it out loud feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from my chest.

Giving him a soft smile, I watch a myriad of emotions play across his face. His eyes widen, a flicker of disbelief crosses his features, and then it’s replaced by a wide, radiant smile that lights up his entire face.

“I love you too, sweetheart, so damn much,” he says, bringing his mouth to mine in a kiss that makes me forget the world outside.

“Reyansh...” I moan as his lips trail down, his mouth finding my sensitive nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart,”he murmurs against me.

I know I should stop now that I’ve come to my senses, but there’s an undeniable feeling of rightness between us. This feels right. We feel right. We just fit together perfectly.There’s no sense in trying to overthink it or rationalise what we have. Instead of fighting my emotions, I let out an audible sigh of surrender, relaxing into the moment and allowing myself to enjoy his touch.

“Yes, more,” I rasp out, surprised by my newfound bravery in voicing my desires without hesitation.I don’t want to hold back anymore—not with him.

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll get you there,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my earas his fingers continue to move against me, sending waves of warmth through my body. I can’t help but bite down gently on his shoulder, trying to stifle the moan building in my throat.

“Fuck, I wanted to give you time to recover, but you’re making it hard for me to control myself,” he hisses.

“I don’t want you to hold back. Take me. I’m yours, only yours,” I whisperbreathlessly.

“Yes, mine, only mine,” he groans out, his voice rough with need. And before I know it, he pulls out his finger abruptly andfills me with his cockas he moves inside me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life, my heels digging into his back. As he thrusts, his teeth clench, his head is thrown back, and his eyes close as he chants my name.The way he loses control because of me sends a thrill of excitement through my veins.It doesn’t take me long to shatter into a mind-blowing orgasm. I see stars before I finally catch my breath. When my breathing returns to normal, I find myself wrapped tightly in his arms, my head pressed against his chest.

“Did I hurt you?”he asks, his voice laced with concern.

Tears prick my eyes at his tenderness. “No, you didn’t hurt me,” I whisper, feeling comforted as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You need to eat, sweetheart. I’ll order us breakfast,” he says, gently stroking my hair.

I bury my face deeper into his chest, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. I want to stay like this forever, but I can’t. There are things that need to be resolved.

“I think I’ll go home and have breakfast. I also need to go to work,” I say reluctantly, forcing my mind back on the responsibilities awaiting me outside.

“Call in sick and spend the day with me. Yesterday was a lot for you to take in; you need to take it easy and relax,” he suggests, hugging me closer, causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter even more wildly.

“I can’t. I have to go home and check on Nisha before heading to work,” I repeat softly.

He groans softly but doesn’t push further. “Fine, but you’re not leaving without breakfast.”

I lift my head from his chest and meet his gaze, running my hands over the stubble that covers his cheek. “Well, I have a condition of my own.”

His brow arches curiously. “What’s that?”

“I want to cook us breakfast. It’s the one thing I can do to show you how special you are to me.”

He leans in and kisses my forehead. “You’ve already made me feel special by giving methe most special gift—yourself. Nothing can top that.” He kisses my nose. “But if cooking breakfast makes you happy, then I won’t stop you.”Another kiss, this time on my cheek.“Or… you can make me feel special by staying here with me in bed,”he adds with a grin, his lips brushing against mine.

“Breakfast,” I mumble against his lips, a smile forming on my lips as I hear him grumble.

“You sure know how to kill my mood, don’t you?”

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