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“I didn’t expect you to,” he shot back, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “I just want you to feel it.”

I did. God, I felt every inch of him, every thrust. His hands were gripping my hips now, pulling me back into him, and I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that slipped from my lips.

“You… you feel like a fucking dream,” I gasped.

Wynter’s laugh vibrated through his chest, sending a shudder down my spine. “And you’re good for my ego,” he teased, a grin clear in his voice.

The pace picked up, faster now, harder, and I couldn’t hold in the moan that came next. "Fuck, Wynter, you're—you're breaking me apart," I gasped, my hand moving faster on myself, following the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, his voice like gravel against my ear. “I’ll put you back together. In every way you need.”

And God, he did. My world was spinning—every thrust, every whispered word, every laugh shared between us, felt like something new and wild. I could hardly keep track of where the pleasure began and the absurdity ended.

And then, in the rush of it all, I couldn’t help it. “You’re like a fucking machine, I swear,” I said, half-laughing, half-breathless. “Did you secretly join the army to learn how to fuck?”

Wynter grunted, a low, throaty sound that shot heat straight to my cock. “If I joined the army for this, Taran, I’d have made Sergeant Major before I retired.”

I burst out laughing, too out of breath to hold it in. “Oh, please—Sarge, you’re killing me.”

He chuckled. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I didn’t have words left anymore. I just clung to the sheets, breathless, my body trembling as I neared the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I whispered, my voice thick with need. “I?—"

Before I could finish, the world broke apart in a rush of heat and light. I came, my fingers slick on my skin as I spilled over myself, a curse slipping out between my teeth.

Wynter followed soon after, his release crashing into me, the deep growl he let out sending shivers through my entire body.

We stayed there, tangled together in the sheets, panting and laughing softly, our bodies a sweaty mess. I leaned back into him, smiling lazily.

“I love you.”

He kissed the back of my neck, his hands still on my skin, gentle now. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice so full of sincerity it made my heart ache. “And for the record, the army taught me how to follow orders, but it never taught me how to fall in love with you.”

CHAPTER 19

WYNTER

The wrapping paper crinkled and tore as Rory attacked his first gift, practically vibrating with excitement. Taran sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, wearing an amused grin and a threadbare hoodie. I perched on the arm of the couch, a mug of coffee warming my hands, content just to watch.

“Slow down, kiddo,” Taran teased, reaching to catch a rogue scrap of paper that Rory flung over his shoulder. “You’re making it look like a bomb went off under the tree.”

Rory didn’t even look up, too busy revealing the box beneath. The squeal he let out could have powered the Christmas lights for a week.

“A gaming system? Dad!” He launched himself at Taran, who barely managed to catch him before they both tumbled backward.

“Careful, careful,” Taran laughed, patting Rory’s back. “It’s not indestructible, you know.”

Watching them, my chest felt tight and light all at once. The scene was so normal—so damn wholesome—I almost didn’t know what to do with it.

Rory eventually settled back on the floor to admire his new treasure, but not before handing me a small, carefully wrapped package.

“This one’s for you,” he said, looking uncharacteristically shy as he pushed it toward me.

I glanced at Taran, who gave me an encouraging nod. “Go on. Open it.”

The paper peeled away to reveal a framed sketch. It was simple but beautiful: a snowy cabin surrounded by pines, smoke curling from the chimney.

“I drew it,” Rory said, fidgeting with the cuff of his pajama sleeve. “I didn’t know what to get you, so I… I figured you might like it.”

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