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He dips his head to nibble at my earlobe, groaning, “You feel amazing.”

I rake his back with my nails, when he pulls almost all the way out of me, rubbing my sweet spots as he goes. Our ragged breaths mix as our lips meld in an intoxicating kiss. I chase his hips with mine as we sway in a sweet seduction of the senses. The slow rhythm of our thrusts ignites a raging fire that consumes my soul. I burn in the love beaming from his eyes, that never leave mine. The sexy moans Erik makes, as his cock reaches deeper inside my body, elevate me to a higher plane. My heart soars.

“I’m almost there,” I groan, licking his upper lip. “Come with me.”

He speeds up his thrusts when my body grips his cock in a tight fist. “I’m with you, babe.”

Ecstasy lies heavy on my eyelids, but I struggle to keep them open as the beautiful man loving me unloads his pleasure inside my body. Spearing my fingers through his hair, I pull his head down. Our mouths meld, as my body fractures into a million sated pieces his love puts back together.

Spooning, we doze off.

A tickle on my cheeks wakes me up. I pop my eyes open to find Erik propped on his left forearm, teasing my skin with the tip of a black strip of silk. He grins, his chocolate eyes sweeter than the candy. My chin drops when I recognize the blindfold.

I snatch it from his fingers. “When? How?”

He chuckles.

I take a deep breath to clear my dazed mind. “I left this in the playroom over six months ago. Have you planned this whole night?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve carried it in my pocket.”

“All this time?”

“Every day. It reminded me of what I had and lost.” He kisses the hollow of my throat, inhaling my scent.

My heart swells, tears fill my eyes. “I’m here now, and I’ll be always here, beside you.” I plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Erik, I love you.”

Epilogue

Erik

A Year Later

Iwink at Liam sitting on a chair beside me, his feet dangling as he swivels around. He keeps his eyes glued to the toggles and buttons I command on the mixing table as Christine belts away into the mic.

The last verses of her songAll You Ask of Meputs a smug smile on my face, as they always do, because I remember she wrote them in my hotel room the night I asked her to marry me. Now, her powerful soprano timbre reverberates through our basement studio as she sings to the music tracks Muse of Darkness recorded last week.

Like a fallen angel who’s mourned too long

For your own sins and for those you lost

You’ve forgotten to dare, to dream

Let me teach your heart to trust once more

I believe in you

If only you believed in me.

I love you, darkness and all

Soar from the ashes as the mythic bird of yore

I’ll show you there’s beauty in the dark

You can’t build a fire without a spark

My heart expands to fill my whole chest cavity when she hangs the earphones on the mic and joins us at the mixer. I hook a finger on the v-neckline of the green Henley she’s stolen from my closet this morning. I use it to pull her closer. I kiss her sternum, her chuckles feed my soul. I cover her mouth with my lips in a quick kiss, mindful that Liam is watching us.

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