Page 93 of Bozo

Tears prick my eyes at his words. After everything that's happened, I've felt anything but strong. But here, in Connor's arms, I start to believe it again.

I reach for him, needing to feel his skin against mine. He helps me remove his shirt, and I run my hands over his chest, tracing the familiar pattern of his tattoos.

Connor's breath hitches as I explore his body. His eyes, dark with desire, never leave mine. "I love you," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "More than anything in this world."

"I love you too," I whisper back, pulling him down for another kiss.

He pushes my thighs open. “Please be ready for me,” he begs.

I’d laugh if I weren’t so needy. “Always,” I whimper as he runs his cock along my folds. I’m always ready for him.

I gasp as Connor slowly enters me, my body stretching to accommodate him. I feel so full, but God, it feels so fucking good.

"Okay?" Connor asks, his voice strained as he holds himself still.

I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. "More than okay," I breathe.

He starts to move, setting a gentle rhythm that soon has me panting. His lips find mine again, swallowing my moans as he gradually increases his pace.

I lose myself in the sensation, in the feel of Connor's body moving with mine. There's no pain, no fear, only love and pleasure.

"God, Grá," Connor groans, his hips snapping forward. "You feel so good."

I arch into him, meeting his thrusts. "Don't stop," I plead, feeling the familiar tension building inside me.

Connor's hand slips between us, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot. I cry out as he rubs tight circles, pushing me closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Sunshine," he urges, his movements becoming more erratic. "Let go."

His words, combined with the delicious friction, send me over the edge. I shatter around him, calling out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Connor follows soon after, burying his face in my neck as he finds his release.

Connor lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are soft, filled with so much love it makes my heart fill with warmth. "I love you," he says again, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I smile, so unbelievably happy. "I love you too." I sink against him. "Thank you," I murmur, pressing a kiss to Connor's chest.

He tightens his arms around me. "For what?"

"For loving me. For saving me. For everything."

Connor tilts my chin up, making me meet his intense gaze. "You don't need to thank me for that, Grá. You're my everything. I'd do anything for you."

He holds me tight, pressing a kiss against my head. I close my eyes, blessed to have him with me.

“We’re going to shower and then you’re going to eat,” he says sternly as he gets off the bed and pulls me with him.

“Fine,” I sigh. “But I want to go to Jerry’s house and check on Brendan and Ruairí.”

Connor's expression softens at my request. "Of course, Sunshine. We can go after we eat. Jerry's been asking about you anyway."

I nod, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. I need to see with my own eyes that Brendan and Ruairí are okay. I haven’t seen them since they were both shot. Thankfully, from what Jer said, they’re doing okay.

We shower together, Connor's hands gentle as he helps me wash. The hot water soothes my aching muscles, and I feel more human by the time we step out.

As promised, Connor makes sure I eat before we leave. The food sits heavy in my stomach, but I know I need the strength. I just feel a little helpless and guilty. Both Brendan and Ruairí got shot because of me and I hate that.

The ride to Jerry's house is quiet, Connor's hand resting protectively on my thigh. I watch the familiar streets pass by, trying to quell the rising panic in my chest. Connor seems to sense my unease, giving my leg a reassuring squeeze.

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