Page 92 of A Simple Reminder

I cup her face, my thumb skimming her cheek. “Enti rouhi.”

Her breath catches. Because she knows what it means.You are my soul.

She’s grown up with Adeline’s family—she’s heard these words before. Felt their weight. Their depth. And when she repeats them back to me, something inside me snaps.

Without a second thought, I lunge off the sofa and scoop her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. A startled laugh bursts from her lips, light and free, before turning into something breathless as I stomp toward the bedroom like a man possessed.

Like a caveman.

Because she is mine. And I don’t intend to let her forget it.

“What are you doing?” she giggles, her fingers brushing against my chest as if trying to steady herself.

“We’re far from done,” I growl, kicking the door open and striding in with purpose.

I throw her down onto the bed, and she bounces slightly on the mattress, her laughter shifting into a gasp. For a moment, I just stand there, drinking her in, utterly captivated.

Her blonde hair fans out across the white sheets, catching the light and making her look like an angel fallen to earth. Her soft, light skin seems to glow, a subtle blush rising to her cheeks as her chest rises and falls. My gaze drops, and her perfectly perky breasts, bare and unashamed, are a masterpiece I’ll never tire of worshiping. Every curve, every inch of her, is pure perfection, glowing in the soft light like she was sculpted just for me.

God, thank you for her. Because I don’t deserve her, but I’ll take her anyway.

I managed to lose her once, but there’s no chance in hell I’m losing her again. Never in a million years will I allow that to happen. She was made for me. Destiny made sure we ‘accidentally’ met—not once, not twice, but three times. And everyone knows what they say: the third time’s the charm.

I climb onto the bed, crawling toward her, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of her head. Her eyes widen, her lips part as she takes me in, and her laughter fades into something deeper.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, my voice low, rough, as I lean down to capture her lips again. This time around, there’s now slowness or gentleness. I devour her, and she meets me with equal fervor, her lips parting to let me in. Our tongues collide, dancing, teasing, clashing like we’re both desperate to consume every ounce of each other.

Her hands grip the back of my neck, nails digging into my skin as if she’s anchoring herself to me. I groan against her mouth, my hands roaming her body, gripping her hips hard. She’s fire and light and everything I’ve ever needed, and I want more—need more.

As if reading my mind, she breathes, “More.” The words are a command and I’m here to please.

I pull back, sitting on my haunches as I let my gaze rake over her again. She’s a vision—flushed skin and eyes heavy with desire. I know she can read every promise etched into my face, every intention laid bare, and it only makes her smile widen. Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her lips in a way that sends a jolt straight to my dick.

Slowly, deliberately, I kick off my sweatpants, followed by my boxers, letting my hard cock spring free. Her eyes drop, a faint gasp escaping her lips, and I see the way her thighs rub together in anticipation.

I reach for the last barrier between us—the tiny pink lace thong that clings to her like a second skin. My hands move deliberately, sliding along her hips as I tug them down, inch by inch, savoring every new inch of skin revealed. The moment they’re off, I take her in fully—her wetness glistening, tempting. My mouth waters, and I bend down for another taste, savoring her, drinking her in like I’ll never get enough.

Then, finally, I lower myself over her. Our bodies align perfectly, fitting together like they were always meant to. I reach for the nightstand, but before I can grab a condom, her hand covers mine.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.

I hesitate for half a second, my pulse hammering. “You sure?”

She nods, her legs tightening around me, pulling me closer. “I want to feel all of you.”

A curse slips past my lips. No barriers. No distance. Nothing between us but heat and need.

My fingers tighten on the sheets as I shift, gripping myself, dragging the head of my cock through her slick heat, teasing her, testing us both.

Her breath stutters, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Liam.”

I press forward, just an inch, just enough for us both to feel it. The molten heat of her, the unbearable tightness. Skin against skin. Nothing between us.

My forehead drops to hers, my breath coming out in ragged, uneven pants as I push in, slow, deep—sinking into her inch by inch, stretching her, filling her. She clenches around me, her body gripping me like it never wants to let go, like I belong right here.

A low, guttural moan rips from her throat, and fuck, that sound—it shreds through the last of my control. My fingers bury themselves in her hair as I still inside her, reveling in the way she pulses around me, in the way we fit so damn perfectly it almost hurts.

She trembles beneath me, her lips parting on a whispered gasp. “God, you feel… so good.”

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