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“Fuck, Skye,” I say through clenched teeth. “I feel you coming. All over my cock. Your pussy squeezing it. Fuck!”

Still she’s gazing into my eyes. I squeeze them shut and pulse into her as I release.

I stay embedded in her, my cock pulsating. I finally open my eyes. Hers are smoldering like the ash of a dying fire.

But my fire isn’t dying.

It’s only just beginning to ignite, burning brighter, hotter with each breath I draw from her. The room might as well be ablaze, the flames licking at our entwined bodies, scorching everything in its path yet leaving us untouched.

I crush my lips to hers in a hard and bruising kiss. No ordinary kiss, not even the feral kiss we shared earlier.

No. This is a kiss of two souls lost and now found.

And I know, in that instant, that I’ve shared a part of myself with her that I’ve never shared with anyone.

She knows me in a way no one else ever will.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Once we come down from the dreamy high, Skye chuckles.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re still fully dressed, as usual.”

“As usual?”

“You mean you don’t know that you usually stay dressed when we make love?”

“I guess I never thought about it. Though I admit it’s on brand for me.”

“Yeah, it is. Always in control.”

I gaze at her. Her lips are swollen and red from that last punishing kiss. Except it wasn’t punishing. It was violent, yes, but not punishing—I know about punishment.

That kiss was a meeting of souls.

“I won’t deny it,” I say.

“Ha! You better not. I’ll know you’re lying.”

“I don’t lie, Skye.”

It’s true. I may keep things from her, but I don’t lie. And I may eventually share everything. But honestly, I may never be able to go back there.

“I know. You want some dessert now?”

“Sure.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

She rises and hastily pulls her bra and shirt back over her breasts. “Where are my jeans?”

“I don’t know. I threw them somewhere.”

“Ah.” She finds them underneath a chair.

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