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I could already feel her clenching, and I knew she was close, so I kept up the motion, digging my fingers into her flesh as I licked her senseless.

When she came, a rush of wetness soaked my face, and I eagerly lapped it all up.

“That was—wow.” Her face was flushed, and she had a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead.

I grinned. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”

I flipped her over onto her back and kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. Our unhurried kiss was filled with the sensation of my body pressing against hers as my length pushing against her stomach.

“Daniel,” she moaned. “I need you inside me. Right now.”

With one last lick of my tongue against hers, I lined myself up with her entrance, settling my body in between her hips. Charlotte’s eyes rolled back into her head as I pushed all the way inside of her, squeezing my eyes shut as I adjusted to the feeling, the way her insides hugged my cock.

“So fucking tight,” I praised, savoring the way it felt to be inside her body.

Interlacing our fingers, I let our hands rest on the mattress, and I maintained eye contact with each time I slowly thrust inside of her. This wasn’t a race to the finish line—it was us, entwined in pleasure, passion, succumbing to our mutual desire for each other.

“Kiss me,” she breathed, our lips barely inches apart.

And so I did, giving her every piece of my body, heart, and soul. I kissed her with every bit of love for her I had, hoping she could feel it, too.

Hoping she knew how much I loved her, cherished her.

And that thought had me barreling even closer to the edge, that telltale tightness building, and I sputtered a curse. Groaning her name, I buried myself even deeper in her body.

“Not yet,” Charlotte moaned. “I’m s-so close.”

“Come for me,” I murmured, tightening my grip around her fingers as I focused on hitting that spot inside of her I knew would push her over the edge, every push in scraping against her insides. “Be my good girl.”

“Yes,” she cried out. “I am. I’m yours.”

I could feel her muscles contracting around me, and the pleasure was so intense that I thought I might climax right then and there. But Charlotte came first, always.

“Fuck.Yes you are. All mine.”

Her body trembled, and I inhaled her little gasps before her body tumbled into oblivion, screaming out my name as she came, her inner walls pulsing around me as I kept fucking her through it.

And then, muttering her name, over and over, I let go, spilling inside of her, buried to the hilt, never losing the eye contact between us.

Her gray eyes, rimmed with red, conveyed everything she was feeling. And I wanted a photo of it to remember it forever. Because the love and emotion in her eyes were just for me. All mine.

I’d do anything to keep her—us, just like this.

CHAPTER27

Charlotte

“Anything?” He asked as I slid into the car, looking so hopeful I thought I might cry.

I shook my head. It had been a month since Daniel’s birthday, and this morning, I woke up to the familiar discomfort of my period arriving. I’d tried not to get my hopes up again, but it was hard.

“These things take time,” I said, offering him a fake smile. It was true, after all. I’d even considered lying with my legs against the wall if that was what it took. Even if it didn’t really help, I’d still feel like I didsomething. “I’m okay.”

He reached over and squeezed my hand, our fingers intertwining as we rested them against the gearshift.

“Are you sure you want to come?” I asked, changing the subject as I looked over at him.

My dance school had a competition this weekend, and he’d insisted on coming along for moral support. He’d been doing that a lot lately, and I couldn’t bring myself to complain about it. Sure, I wasn’t pregnant, but this is how a husband would be with his wife, wouldn’t it?

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