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Okay, that’s pretty sweet.

“I-I-oh, I’m close, too.” Something about the way he shifted his hips brought a more intense pressure to the soft spot deep inside of me.

“There you go, sweet girl. Are you going to come for Daddy?”

I think I answer, but it may be abstract noises at this point.

“You’re so tight and hot, so dripping wet for me. Feel how easy it is for Daddy to slide in and out of you, baby girl?”

He’s flipped some base-switch inside my brain, the only thing that matters is reaching the edge of this cliff so I can jump off and into the blissful release of my orgasm.

“Come on. I can feel your muscles clenching and twitching around my cock. So good, so close, does it feel good?”

I can’t answer him, there are no words, only a frantic need to let go. My body’s trembling, my muscles convulsing around him and when I detonate, the edges of my vision blur as I shake underneath him.

He caresses my face with his fingertips, his hips start to move jerkier, and less rhythmic, but he’s not slowing or stopping.

“Please don’t stop, Jagger. Please. Please.” I guess he likes my pleading because it doesn’t take much longer before he’s clenching his muscles.

“I’m going to come, baby girl. Are you still okay?” His jaw flexes as a muscle feathers in his cheek. How can he hold back like this? When he made me come, it hit me like a firework.

“Please come inside me.”

The noise he makes is something between a growl and a roar as he tips his head back, closes his eyes, and empties himself inside me. The serenity on his face is so beautiful, like he’s having a religious experience, and before I know what’s happening, tears are streaming down my face as my body shakes with emotion.

His eyes flick open, land on me, and he kisses me so deeply, so tenderly, it’s like he’s trying to caress my soul. He presses gentle kisses on my wet cheeks before moving his lips to be next to my ear. “It’s okay, baby girl, let it all out.”

I’ve gone from giggling to crying in the time we’ve been in this bed, and I admit, I’m feeling unhinged, and I can’t stop this swell of emotions, the streaming tears that roll down my face.

But when I search my boyfriend’s eyes, there’s no judgment there, just affection and encouragement. I’m not sure how he does it, but before I realize what’s even happening, I’m curled up in his arms, my head on his sweat-slicked chest, and my blanket being pulled up over me.

“Shhhh. You’re safe. It’s all okay. Keep breathing and don’t fight it.”

I don’t know how long I lie in Jagger’s arms. I don’t know how many tears fall, or even what they’re really falling for—the life I lost waiting to give myself to Harry. The pain and trauma of my experience with him. The fact I’m lying in bed with the most beautiful soul I’ve ever met who’s making me feel like a treasure. Or the fact I finally found a piece of myself I had no idea was missing—Maybe it’s a combination of everything.

Either way, Jagger’s not making me feel stupid for crying, which adds to the cascading emotions ricocheting through my whole being. He holds me, telling me how beautiful I am, how amazing it was, and right before I slip into sleep, he tells me he loves me again.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

TALIA

I don’t remember a time when I’ve slept so soundly in all my life. It says more about me than Jagger that I expect a cold and empty bed next to me when I wake up, but he’s coiled so tightly around me I’m afraid to even breathe in case I wake him.

“Good morning, baby girl.”

“Mmmmm.” A satisfied hum rolls through my tired muscles. “Good morning, Daddy.”

“You sleep okay?” He’s nuzzling into my hair, can’t tell if it’s for the smell of my shampoo, or simply to get closer to me.

“Like the dead. You?” I tentatively wiggle my toes. I expect to feel sticky, I didn’t even pee before I passed out cold in bed, which means I’m covered in... Fluids.

That hardness growing against my leg has to be his peen, and if it wasn’t so achy between my legs, I’d absolutely indulge us both in another round. I don’t have it in me. “I want more, but I don’t think I should.” I know he won’t get crabby with me, I know he’s not going to force anything, but I’m afraid to say the words out loud.

He pulls me against his chest, kissing my forehead as he rolls me. “Maybe I’m not in the mood.”

That simply can’t be. Last night was amazing, and I can’t imagine ever not wanting to do that with him all over again.

He kisses the wrinkles between my brows from my frown. “I am absolutely in the mood.” Another gentle kiss. “But I also know when we need to rest and recharge. I’m sure you’re achy.”

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