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For a moment, we stayed frozen in place, both of us panting heavily as the aftershocks of our orgasms ripped through us. Slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her ass and my softening cock from her pussy.

Darwynn whimpered at the loss, her body still sensitive.

I gently helped her fully onto the bed, then climbed in beside her. Pulling her into my arms, I pressed soft kisses along her shoulder and neck. She snuggled back against me, fitting perfectly against my body.

“That was incredible,” Darwynn murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

I hummed in agreement, nuzzling into her hair. “You were amazing, baby. So beautiful, so responsive.”

We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, our breathing syncing. My hand lazily traced patterns on her skin, savoring its softness. Her fingers intertwined with mine, bringing our joined hands to rest over her heart.

“Thank you,” she said softly, turning her head to look at me.

“For what?” I asked, meeting her gaze.

“For being patient. For making me feel safe to try new things.”

I smirked, leaning in to place a kiss on her lips. “Always, baby. I’ll always take care of you. And I’ll always protect you. Especially from people like Henry.”

She pursed her lips, looking amused. “You’re still thinking about him?”

I shook my head. “Just trying to make a point.”

Her eyes shone with affection. She shifted, turning in my arms to face me fully. Her hand came up to cress my cheek, and I leaned into her touch.

“Thank you,” she said again, her voice soft.

I took her in, admiring her beauty. “No, thankyou.”

Chapter 18

DARWYNN

“It’s been another month, Darwynn! When are you coming home?” My mother’s voice screeched through my phone, and I pulled it away from my ear to lessen the intensity of her voice.

She had called two times this morning, but I was outside with Caspian, working on his car, and I didn’t hear my phone ring. When I picked it up after coming back inside, I saw her missed calls and immediately called back.

I didn’t want her to worry, but I also was nervous to talk to her. I knew she would be upset that I hadn’t even texted her since coming here weeks ago.

“Hey, Mom. I’m fine, thank you for asking,” I said, my voice humorless.

“I sure hope you are! No calls, no texts. Nothing! Where are you?”

I took a deep breath and leaned against the back of the couch, crossing one arm over my waist and resting my elbow on it. “I’m still in Hilton Beach. With Caspian.”

She let out a heavy sigh, then was quiet for a moment. “Why?”

I frowned. “Because I want to. I’ve been having a good time with him. He’s great.”

“Great,” she murmured, not convinced by what I said. “Darwynn, I thought we talked about this. I don’t want you around him. He’s not—”

I needed to stop her. “He’s not what, Mom? He’s a good man. He’s your father.”

And I know the truth.

But I couldn’t tell her that, not over the phone. I needed to hear the truth from her personally, face to face.

A creak from the doorway made me turn my head. Caspian stood there, wiping grease off his hands with an old towel, eyes locked on mine. He didn’t speak, but his presence filled the room.

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