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I just lay there, letting him pin me to the bed, letting him remind me who I belong to.

Then he groans, shifting just enough to press a lingering kiss to my cheek before sliding out of my well-used, still pulsing pussy.

And God help me, I already miss him.

“Stay right there,” he murmurs.

I don’t move.

Who am I kidding?

Ican’tmove.

Not when my limbs are jelly, my mind is gone, and my entire body is nothing but a vessel for pleasure.

I close my eyes, still floating, still somewhere between reality and oblivion.

He comes striding back into the bedroom.

Gentle hands clean me up, wiping away the mess he made inside me, taking care of me in a way I didn’t even realize I needed.

Then he picks me up, cradling me like I weigh nothing, and moves me to the center of the bed.

The blanket slides over us, and Sammy wraps his big body around mine, locking me against him.

His chest is solid against my back, his arms strong, protective, immovable.

Like he’s never letting me go.

“Sammy?”

My voice is small, sleepy, content.

“Yeah?”

I don’t know what I’m thanking him for.

For this.

For all of it.

For filling me, wrecking me, taking care of me, making me feel more cherished than I ever have in my entire life.

But I feel compelled to say it anyway.

“Thank you.”

He doesn’t reply.

He just holds me tighter, pressing his lips to my temple, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin.

“Get some sleep, Wife.”

It’s a really good idea.

So, I do.

Chapter 23-Sammy

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