Page 24 of My Surprising Valentine

“Holy shit,” I panted when he did it again.

His mouth was warm and insistent, his skilled tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. My hands instinctively tangled in his hair, gripping tightly, my body writhing beneath him as I surrendered completely to the unadulterated pleasure he was giving me. Every nerve ending was alive with sensation, every muscle tensing as he drove me higher and higher.

The world fell away as he devoted himself wholly to my pleasure, leaving me gasping for air and crying out in blissful surrender.

When I finally shattered, it was with his name on my lips, my body convulsing against his mouth. He held onto me tightly as I rose out the waves of pleasure, whispering filthy words of encouragement until I was completely spent.

That’s it, Han. Ride my face.

Give it to me, my sweet girl.

Fuck, you taste so good.

Eventually, Max kissed his way back up my body, his smile smug but tender. “God, Han. The noises you make,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine so that I tasted the musk of my pleasure on him. “Would you think less of me if I said I almost came when you moaned my name as you rubbed your pussy against my mouth?”

“God, no,” I told him, reaching between us to tug at his belt, needing him as desperately as I needed my next breath. “That’s so fucking hot.” He groaned when I finally wrapped my fingers around him, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them again and looked down at me with unrestrained desire. “But if you don’t get inside me right this second, I might actually die of want.”

“Hannah,” he breathed out, his voice a rough plea as his features twisted with something that resembled regret. “I don’t have a condom.”

I stilled, meeting his gaze. The air between us crackled with indecision, the weight of this moment pressing down on us.

My heart thundered in my chest, my mind racing. This wasn’t just about physical risk—though there was that, too—it was also about trust, vulnerability, and the kind of intimacy that stripped away every layer of pretense. Max wasn’t justsomeman. He wastheman—the only one I’d ever truly wanted. And I trusted him—completely and utterly.

Not just with my body but with the delicate thing that had been growing between us.

“I’m on the pill,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “And all my tests are clear.”

The words hung in the air, tentative but resolute. I held my breath, searching his face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. Instead, what I saw was something that nearly broke me—relief. Gratitude. And something dangerously close to reverence.

Max swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as they settled on my hips. “So are mine,” he said, his voice steady despite the emotion glinting in his eyes. “And I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”

A rush of relief washed over me at his admission. But before I could process the complex emotions tied to this knowledge, he pressed on. “Are you sure, though? I don’t want you to regret this.”

I reached up to cup his face, my thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. The roughness of his stubble tickled my skin. “I trust you, Max.”

His forehead dropped to mine, his breath a warm caress against my lips. “You don’t know what that means to me,” hemurmured, his voice breaking ever so slightly. “To have you trust me like this.”

“I do,” I whispered, my voice catching.

And I did—truly.

In this moment, I understood just how much he was giving me, too—his trust, his restraint, his heart.

I’d never felt so open, so vulnerable, and yet so undeniably whole.

When his lips found mine again, it wasn’t the searing kiss I expected. It was slow, deliberate, a promise wrapped in tenderness. His hands slid over my body, memorizing every inch, every curve, as if this was a moment he’d never let go of. When he entered me, it was with a care that stole the breath from my lungs. My body tightened around him, a soft gasp escaping as he paused, letting me adjust. When he began to move, his rhythm was measured, deliberate, every thrust speaking a language of its own.

It wasn’t just passion. It was everything—trust, love, devotion—all tangled together in a way that felt like it could never unravel.

When we finally reached the peak together, it was explosive, a culmination of years of longing and unspoken feelings.

Even as we came down from the high, Max didn’t pull away. He stayed wrapped around me, one hand idly tracing patterns on my back as we caught our breath. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, pressing against the edges of my heart, expanding it in ways I hadn’t expected.

“You and me—like this—it feels right,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to my temple. “Meant to be.”

“It does,” I agreed, running my fingers in light circles over his arm.

The gravity of what we’d just shared wrapped around me, filling every quiet space with its presence. And because it wastoo much to fully process, I did what I always did when things got overwhelming—I cracked a joke. “But I’ll warn you now, Dr. Bennett. Now that I’ve had you, I’m probably going to become a little addicted.”

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