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A lazy smile touched his lips. “I like the way you think.” He pulled her down for another sweet kiss.

They undressed in a rush, whispering and laughing, enjoying each other. Delta climbed on top of Ignacio and took him in her mouth, stretching her lips around his rigid length. This was her man, and she wanted to make him feel good.

She swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick, immensely satisfied by the groans that were torn from his chest. He guided her movements with a hand on her head, gently pumping so he slid back and forth in her mouth.

Grabbing her hair, Ignacio lifted her head from his body. “Get on top of me,” he commanded.

Delta did as he asked and sank onto his hard flesh, sighing as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She rode himslowly, feeling his hands slide up her waist to her heavy breasts—kneading and massaging, then teasing and tweaking her hard nipples.

Right as she started to come, he stiffened and came too. She tossed her head back and indulged in the passion exploding in her loins. She ground her pelvis against his, mouth open, gasping and riding while he held her hips and grunted through the throes of ecstasy.

She finally collapsed on top of him, completely spent, her body turned to liquid and her racing heart matching the rapid beating of his in his chest.

“I will never let you go again,” Ignacio breathed against her neck.

Delta wanted to speak but was too overwhelmed by emotion. She lost track of how long they stayed in the same position, their damp bodies locked together as one—savoring the moment and each other before they had to share the news of their engagement with the rest of the world.

Epilogue

Standing in the crowded arena, Ignacio watched Delta in awe. He could have stood on the side of the stage but preferred being in front with the audience, where he could experience the full effect of her performance.

During the concert, she had gone through multiple costume changes, but at the moment she wore a sparkling white gown and her purple hair in an elegant updo. With the spotlight on her, and the rest of the stage in darkness, she sang the biggest hit from her latest album—“I Don’t Miss You.” Although she had been hesitant to share the deeply personal song, it resonated with fans.

He had been to almost all her shows during the tour, yet every single time he was blown away by her stage presence and talent. Vivian, seated beside him, squeezed his hand. He glanced at her, and they both beamed with pride.

Blissfulwas a critical and commercial success, exceeding everyone’s expectations by reaching the top of the Billboard charts and garnering three number-one hits for the first time in Delta’s career. “Unworthy” and “Bad Behavior,” both written by her, were the other two songs that had climbed to the top of the charts. Music journalists praised Delta’s evolution as an artist,using words like “masterpiece” and commending her for the “raw honesty” in her lyrics.

As her voice soared over the crowd in the heartrending song, the green stone on her finger caught the light as her hand gripped the microphone. After eleven long years, the heirloom ring was finally in its rightful place. More than an engagement ring, it was a symbol of defiance and forgiveness, a reminder that love, once interrupted, could be reborn in the light of understanding.

Don’t want to see you

Don’t want to hear you

I’m at my limit

No, I don’t miss you

But I do wish you

Only the best

Don’t dream about you

Don’t think about you

Not on my mind

You’re not important

Thank God it’s over

I can move on

I only want to forget about you, and the memories

(Chorus)

I don’t miss you

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