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He rolled himself into me like a dancer, hitting my tempo again. He cocked his hips exactly right to keep me on edge. With every thrust, inches of him glided against my spot, with every withdrawal, I got it again. I was too lit up, too sensitive. I didn’t know what was different but as good as he had been before,this was something else. Something devastating in the best way possible.

I rode him from underneath, unable to hold still. He wrapped his arms under me to make us as close as two people could be. His hard body pressed against mine, his lips and teeth and tongue meeting my mouth, jaw, and neck. We were like a pair of wild animals, hungry for only each other.

But then he pulled out and for the briefest moment, I was confused. What had I done wrong? Then, without a word, he picked me up, flipped me onto my stomach, and reentered me.

The new angle allowed him to bare down on my spot with every stroke. Our bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the room. Just as I crested over another orgasm, he reached around my hip for my clit, and I came apart. I screamed into the pillow until my throat hurt.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled as he guided me through my climax. “Come all over me.” He didn’t let up. He triggered another orgasm off that one, and I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. I needed this. Needed to lose myself in him. In us.

After my third, he grabbed my hips with both hands and pounded me for a minute. I thought he was about to come too as he throbbed inside of my body—his usual giveaway.

But nothing about today was usual.

He laid on my back, nearly slowing to a stop. There, buried deep inside of me, he bit my earlobe and said, “Do you know how much I have missed you, baby?”

“I missed you, too.”

Julian pressed deeper into me before pulling out again. He turned over and pulled me onto his lap as he sat up against the headboard. He cocked his hips up as he pulled me down his length, and I held his shoulders for balance. Face to face, body to body.

I loved this. Watching his expressions as I rode him, or rather, as he drove me on himself. His fingers dug into my ass while he maneuvered me up and down his cock. I felt like I was getting close to the edge again and staring into his eyes made it all the more delicious.

The intensity there had become so much more. Connection. Submission. Love.

Now that my strength was back, I wanted in on this. I looped my arms around his neck, and just before I kissed him, I murmured, “Let me.”

He slowed down to let me take over as I kissed him, and before I knew it, I was in full control of this ride. The addictive slide of our bodies drove me on, and orgasms were almost pointless now. A little one hit, and I moaned in his mouth. A bigger one took over, and he ate my scream. He wrapped his muscled arms around me, unwilling to allow an inch between us.

We were one creature with no beginning or end, sustained by orgasms and love. Nothing else existed but this.

When his body tensed, I knew it was coming to an end, and I was overjoyed at his impending pleasure. I shuddered as I whispered against his jaw, “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Fill me up.”

His head tipped back as he grunted, and we came together, trembling in pure bliss. I nipped at his exposed throat, hungry to sink my teeth into the meat of him. His grip tightened, pulling me closer still as he poured into me. He ground his hips up, sealing us, sealing our love.

Afterward, we lay tangled together on the bed, our bodies still humming from the intensity of it all. Julian's hand rested on my hip, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin while I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

For a long time, neither of us said anything. We didn't need to. The silence between us was comfortable, filled with a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in a long time. Peace, but also power. There was a strength between us now, a connection no one could sever. Maybe it had always been there.

Eventually, Julian broke the quiet. His voice was soft and filled with wonder. “I can't believe you stayed.”

I smiled, my fingers trailing down the length of his arm. “I never wanted to leave. Not really.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I'm glad.”

I tilted my head up to look at him, my heart swelling with love for this man who had fought for me time after time. Not because of pity but because he loved me. There was no more doubt in my mind or my heart. He let me stand on my own two feet when things went to hell, standing by and supporting me but allowing me to find my voice. He wasn’t my protector, he was my rock. And if I was lucky, he would walk by my side for the rest of my life.

Chapter 34

Julian

The evening air was cool, the California winter breeze wafting through the open window in my bedroom, mixing with the warmth of Maggie curled up beside me. The sheets tangled around us, and her head rested softly against my chest. Her breaths were slow and rhythmic as she drifted off to a peaceful sleep. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, unable to wipe the goofy grin from my face.

Maggie and I had been pretending for so long, caught in this elaborate dance of fake smiles, staged kisses, and carefully crafted lies. But now it was real. More real than I ever let myself imagine it could be. I had fallen for her long ago, but now she was mine. Not for the sake of appearances but because she wanted to be.

It was more than a high school crush or some idiot teenager’s idea of love. I was in love with her. Madly, stupidly, deeply head over heels in love with her. The kind of love you don’t recover from. She was a part of me, down to my bones.

I had known it before, but when she stood up to Chloe earlier, strong, unyielding, and brave, I knew there was no turning back. There never really had been.

I looked down at her, her long curls splayed across my chest, her lips slightly parted. My heart ached from the fullness of everything I felt for her. Was there a word for something deeper than love? Whatever it was, I felt it so sharply that it stole my breath and my thoughts. I was hers in a way I didn’t know existed before she returned to my life. Maggie Bryant was essential to my very existence.

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