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When I was fully inside her, she paused, both of us panting like we’d run a mile. Her hand moved between her legs, fingers circling her clit in slow, practiced motions, and she began to rock—short, purposeful strokes that had us both gasping.

She felt it as urgently as I did, maybe more.

“Jesus, Sayla,” I whispered, watching the way her body moved above mine, how her hips rolled, and her muscles clenched tighter with every pass. I sat up enough to capture her mouth, pulling her down into a deep, raw kiss. Her moan slipped into my mouth, her rhythm never faltering.

She was getting close—I could feel it in the way she tensed, the little tremors in her thighs, and the way her breath came fasteragainst my lips. And I was right there with her, holding myself back by a thread just to watch her fall apart first.

Her body gripped me like a vice, every part of her locked in motion and urgency like this wasn’t just about sex. it was a claiming, a promise.

And, God help me, I was about to give her everything.

Sayla’s movements grew more urgent, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as pleasure built inside her. Her breath hitched against my mouth, and I pulled back just enough to see her face—her eyes heavy, lips parted, skin flushed.

She was beautiful like this—wild and real andmine.

Her fingers circled tighter and faster, and I felt her walls begin to flutter around me. “That’s it,” I whispered, voice thick. “Let go for me, baby.”

Her body shuddered, and a gasp broke free from her throat, and she clung to me as her orgasm hit hard and unrelenting. I held her through it, hands firm on her hips, guiding and grounding her as she trembled. The sight of her falling apart on top of me—because of me—shattered what little control I had left.

I surged up into her, hips rising to meet her as the tension I’d been holding finally snapped. My release tore through me, deep and consuming. I buried my face in her neck, groaning her name as I spilled inside her, holding her so tightly I half worried I’d never be able to let go.

We stayed like that for a long moment—tangled, breathless, sweat-slicked, and silent but for the sound of our hearts calming together.

Sayla rested her forehead against mine, her blonde hair falling like a curtain around us. Her hands smoothed over my back in slow, aimless circles, like she needed the connection just as much as I did.

Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to. The words had already been said—the important ones, anyway.I love you.I need you.You’re here.

Eventually, she shifted slightly, wincing a little as she pulled off of me. I caught her waist and helped her lie beside me, curling her into my chest and tucking the blankets back around her shoulders. She let out a soft sigh and burrowed close, her leg hooking over mine, her body still humming with the aftermath of us.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish earlier,” I murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair away from her cheek.

Her lips curved into a small smile. “We just did.”

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Fair point.”

For a long while, we just lay there, wrapped around each other, letting the silence settle like a soft blanket over the chaos we’d left behind. I knew we’d be getting up soon for the meeting in Piersville with Ned and Hurst. There were important plans to be made and lines to be drawn.

But right now, all I could think about was the woman in my arms.

Chapter 32

Roque

Morning came too soon.

The alarm on my phone buzzed softly on the nightstand, just loud enough to pull me from sleep. I reached out blindly and silenced it, careful not to wake Sayla.

She was still curled against me, one leg hooked over mine, her face was relaxed, and her hair spilled across the pillow. I watched her for a moment longer, committing it to memory.

Everything we’d been through had narrowed down to this: she was safe, and I wasn’t taking that for granted.

Eventually, I eased out of bed, kissing her shoulder before heading to shower and get dressed. By the time we were ready to leave, the sun was just starting to stretch across the sky, painting the world in pale gold.

Someone had gottencar seats for the kids that morning—no one said who, but I suspected it was Keir or Judd. Either way, it soothed something in me that had been raw the night before. Driving around with Kairo and Kaida unprotected had knotted something tight in my chest. Seeing them strapped in properly, warm in their blankets, and still drowsy from sleep, I could finally relax.

Sayla sat beside me in the front passenger seat, quiet but calm. She reached over and rested her hand on my thigh, a silent reassurance that grounded me more than words could.

Kai and Judd followed in the second vehicle behind us. Keir had already gone ahead and prepped the meeting space and checked security.

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