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“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to rush into anything, Chloe.”

“I’m sure,” I reply steadily. “I trust you. I know you’ll take care of me.”

He kisses me softly, his lips warm and gentle against mine. “I’ll always take care of you…until my dying breath,” he whispers.

I feel a sense of freedom and release as we kiss again. I’m in control of my desires. Diego’s hands are gentle as they remove the sleep shorts and tank top I’m wearing and start to explore my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me. He moves his hands slowly, tenderly, making sure I’m comfortable every step of the way.

His fingers caress over my collarbone, around the swell of my breast, and move down to my stomach. Finally, his hand comes to rest between my thighs. He strokes my core, carefully reading my responses as he brings me to the brink of an orgasm before sending me over into bliss.

When he moves his body and his cock replaces his hand, I’m ready for him, and as he finally enters me, I can sense his devotion and love. He’s big and fills me perfectly. The connection between us is intense, almost overwhelming. We stay joined together, neither of us moving, as we stare at each other, unblinking. My eyes are captured by his, and a tear of happiness tumbles down my cheek

“I love you,” I tell him. “I don’t know when it happened, but I do.”

“And I love you, Chloe. You’re mine. Always.”

Diego pulls out of me before thrusting back in, and as we start to move together, I feel a flood of emotions—joy, relief, and a deep love for this man who has saved me in more ways than one.

Our movements become quicker as Diego banishes all my bad memories of this intimate act forever, obliterating them with something so beautiful that tears of joy start to tumble freely down my cheeks.

I feel another orgasm building. My head is spinning. My body has never felt this way before. I’m in ecstasy as another climax hits me with such intensity that it has me screaming out Diego’s name, and at the same moment, he finds his own release deep inside me while moaning out my name.

Afterward, we lie tangled in each other’s arms, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Diego strokes my face, his touch soothing and reassuring.

“How do you feel?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

I smile, feeling a little giddy from the afterglow.

“Free. I feel truly free for the first time in a long time. Now I understand the difference between making love and what they did to me. The two acts couldn’t be more different.”

He kisses my forehead. “You deserve to feel this way.”

I look up at him, my heart swelling with gratitude and love.

“Thank you, Diego. For everything. You’ve given me back my life, and I can’t wait to share many more experiences with you. Especially in bed…and maybe in the bathroom, kitchen, car… lots of places.”

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “You’ve done all the hard work. I’m here to support you and provide a big cock to satisfy you.” We both laugh before cuddling each other more tightly.

I know we still have a long way to go, but with Diego by my side, I feel ready to face whatever comes next.

As the morning sun continues to rise, I think about the future. I think about finding Serena and bringing her home. But most of all, I think about the life Diego and I can build together—a life filled with love, hope, and healing.

“Diego,” I say, breaking the silence. “I love you.” I know I’ve already said these words to him, but I wanted to say them again.

He presses his lips to mine. “I love you too, Chloe. More than you’ll ever know.”

Our kiss deepens as our bodies entwine, and Diego satisfies me all over again.

CHAPTER26

Diego

Chloe and I are sitting at the kitchen table, finishing breakfast, which is more like an early lunch because it took us ages to get out of bed this morning.

The atmosphere between us feels calm and relaxed. I can’t take the grin off my face, and I don’t want to.

“I need to talk to you about something,” Chloe’s voice is determined, but with an underlying note of nervousness.

I look up from my coffee, sensing the significance in her tone. “What’s on your mind?”

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