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His words stir something deep within me, a well of emotions that’s been steadily filling with each day we spend together. I lean forward, unable to resist the pull of hispresence, and our lips meet in a tender kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. The taste of wine on his lips mixes with the warmth of his mouth, sending a thrill through my veins.

We break away with a soft laugh, our foreheads resting against each other as we catch our breath. “I think we should celebrate properly tonight,” I whisper, my voice low enough only for him to hear.

A mischievous glint lights up Ben’s eyes. “I like the sound of that.” His gaze is intoxicating, pulling me in deeper. The rest of the world falls away as we sit there, connected by something far stronger than the chaos that once threatened to pull us apart.

Dinner passes in a blur of shared dishes and laughter. Every touch, every glance we exchange, stokes the growing flame between us. By the time we leave the restaurant, the cool night air does nothing to quell the heat coursing through my body or the fully hard cock between my legs.

The drive back to Ben’s house is quick, the streets almost deserted as the city settles into the night. My hand finds his on the center console, our fingers intertwining naturally. When we arrive, the urgency between us is palpable, a magnetic force that pulls us from the car and into his home without a word. My heart is beating so fast I can barely catch my breath.

Inside, our hands are on each other immediately, shedding coats and keys forgotten as we make our way to the living room. Ben kicks the door closed behind us as his lips find mine again, more insistent this time. The kiss deepens, our bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. His hands roam my back, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

We move together towards the bedroom, a trail of soft kisses and whispered promises marking our path. The world shrinks to the size of the room, to the bed that awaits us, to thesound of our hearts beating in sync. Naked, our cocks bob up and down, hitting our bellies each time we take a frantic step deeper into the room.

The moment we fall onto the bed, everything intensifies. Our kisses grow more passionate, more desperate, as if we could consume the love we feel in this single night. Yet, there’s a tenderness to every touch, a reverence in the way Ben looks at me that makes my heart, and other parts, swell to the point of aching. My hands knead Ben’s muscular shoulders, his hands pulling hard against my butt. Our bodies are now like one, moving in time, each one leading and each one following, perfectly.

“I love you,” I breathe against his lips, the words spilling out with a sincerity that shakes me to my core.

“And I love you,” Ben responds, his voice thick with emotion. “More than I ever thought possible.”

Our lovemaking is a dance, a slow build of rhythms and sensations that weave together into a tapestry of passion and intimacy. It’s about more than pleasure; it’s about connection, about finding solace in each other’s arms, about healing wounds old and new.

I guide him to the entrance of me, allowing my entirety to open up to him, as he slowly begins pumping deeply inside. The look of pleasure on his face as we look into each other’s eyes brings tears to my eyes and I nearly come simply knowing how much pleasure I’m giving him.

Afterward, we lie entangled, the sheets a mummy-like mess around us, our breathing still uneven. I trace patterns on Ben’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my fingers. Slowly, I run the tip of each of his nipples, sending an involuntary shiver through him and a smile.

“This,” Ben says, his voice a soft rumble under my ear, “is where I want to be. With you, always.”

“Me too,” I whisper back, a smile spreading across my face. “Right here, with you.”

In the quiet that follows, filled only with our soft breaths and the distant sounds of the city, I feel a peace settle over me. With Ben, I’ve found not just a lover but a partner, someone to share both the darkness and the light. And as we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, I know we are ready to face whatever comes next, together.

CHAPTER 38

Max

One year later.

No one seems to understand our desire to go there. "Why not the beach?" they ask. It’s November, and Alaska will be absolutely freezing this time of year. But after spending the last year in hot, dense city locations where car exhaust has completely replaced oxygen, the last place I want to be is around a bunch of people fighting for the perfect place on the sand. I’m still a tad bit traumatized from my experiences last year, but being with Ben… my new husband, has made all the difference in the world. He gets me. I get him. And we seem to have been made for each other.

The wedding had gone off without a hitch. There were no surprises. No serial killers making an appearance. London was my best person and cried throughout the entire ceremony, just like a best friend should. If I’m being honest, I think she cried even more than I did. It’s really sweet. I love her so much, and it’s hard to leave her behind. But I don’t think Ben and I will be doing much other than hanging out in our lodge, in bed or the hot tub, once we get there.

The pilot announces we’re making our final descent intothe airport, and we have to return our tables and seats to their upright and locked positions. The plane jostles as we hit the cloud layer, and I squeeze Ben’s hand. He looks over at me and winks.

“You, okay?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“Nothing a stiff drink, a hot soak in the tub, and a sensuous massage from my husband can’t fix,” I reply, smiling. “Husband. Doesn’t that sound so great?”

He leans over and kisses the top of my head. “The greatest.” Our lips soon touch and mine part allowing him entry. Our kiss lasts less than a few seconds when the flight attendant comes back by and says, “We’ll be landing shortly, please sit back and enjoy the landing.”

My face flushes red, but honestly, I don’t care what she says. I was surely going to enjoy this landing whether Ben’s tongue is in my mouth or not.

It doesn’t take long for the plane to land and for us to gather our things from the overhead bins. It’s the quickest deplaning I’ve ever experienced, probably because there are only a handful of people on the flight to the Arctic this time of year. We step off the plane and are immediately met by the fog of our breath. The mobile jetway isn’t heated, and I shiver.

“Holy crap, it’s cold,” I say, rubbing my arms. “My nipples could cut glass.”

“I put your coat in my carry-on, even though you said you wouldn’t need it. I’ll take it out once we’re inside the terminal,” Ben says, already reaching for the bag.

“You’re too good to me,” I say with a grin. “Thank you for loving me.”

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