Page 109 of The Locksmith's Promise

I whimpered at the loss of his body heat.

Couldn’t get close enough fast enough.

Needing and wanting every part of him.

Even the parts that hurt.

Notching himself at my entrance, he entered me with one firm, unrelenting push, his eyes drifting shut momentarily as he held himself deep inside me before drawing back and doing it again.

Taking me slowly.

Deeply.

Driving inside until his pelvis ground against my core.

Dark eyes holding mine.

A tear slipping down his cheek and landed on my bottom lip.

I licked the salt away and tugged his head down, claiming him anew. Tunneling my fingers into his thick hair as I stroked his tongue with mine.

Leaving the past behind.

A sharp burst of pleasure ignited inside me, the flames licking my walls with every drag of his cock.

“Baxter,” I mewled.

“Let it happen, Maggie,” he urged, his lips dancing over my face. “I love you. I love you so damn much.”

I sobbed, my body locking around him as my orgasm pummeled me, wave after wave washing over me as he anchored my trembling form to his.

“Yes, baby,” he rasped as his hips stuttered to a stop.

Groaning, he tucked his face into my neck and pulsed inside me, his big body quaking.

“Mine,” I whispered, nuzzling my nose into his cheek.

He pressed his lips to my throat.

“Only ever yours.”

I slept deeply, locked in his embrace.

It was a purging of sorts.

The likes of which I did not feel the full effects until the next morning.

He left me with a tender kiss and a promise to see me later.

With Corwin at my parents’ place, I took my time before bundling up to extinguish the last of my triggers.

A calm acceptance settled over me as I walked to the docks. The icy freshness of the air leant me clarity. This was my town and our future. The past was exactly that: the past.

Rounding the corner, I looked down the path and froze in my tracks.

There, on the bench overlooking the water, sat Baxter and Jenny.

I clapped a gloved hand over my mouth.

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