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“When we’re somewhere I can properly worship you, I’m going to go down on you for hours. Finger you until you’re nice and loose for me, then lick you until you’re soaked and begging to come. You’ll ride my face and love it, won’t you?”

“Yes…” I whine a protest when he pulls his fingers out, but he quickly pushes them back in.

“This will have to be quick.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he sinks deeper, making me see stars with every thrust. “Pretty sure I can handle that.”

His chuckle is dark, a low, amused sound as he watches my body roll with a mind of its own. “Do you like that?” His hand snakes lower and grips my cock, and my head tosses back in a loud wail as he strokes me with that enormous fist.

“Look at us, Cameron. Look at what I’m doing to you.” Half-delirious, I glance down with fluttering eyes. One hand moves inside my boxers while the other is wrapped around his exposed cock, stroking.

“Wha—” I stutter, twisting my head to peek behind me. One of his tails winds up my leg, thrusting into my hole and rubbing against my prostate. Every muscle in my body wrings tight as I gasp out a curse, my hips jerking as I explode. “Fuck… oh,fuck,” I whine, cum shooting into his hand and my ass clenching around his tail.

A helpless sound leaves his throat as he shoves my boxers down and thrusts forward. Streams of his cum shoot over my groin, striping my skin and coating my cock in his release. Rough fingers land on my chin and tilt me to face him as he claims my lips in an aggressive kiss, still stroking me as my body pulses in aftershocks.

Knees wobbly, I’m barely able to stand as I pant, using him for support. His fingers drag through the cum on my skin before he lifts his hand, separating our mouths long enough to slip a finger between my lips.

Salty, masculine warmth hits my tongue as he swirls that finger against it, then he pulls back and licks up his palm. “We taste good,” he murmurs, showing me the white puddle on his tongue before he kisses me again.

It’s heady and intoxicating. Him and me together.

Us.

I pull away and suck two of his fingers into my mouth before kissing him once more, and he groans against my lips. “Can one become addicted to this?” He separates us one final time, licking the last of the cum from his hand before sharing it with me. “Because I am, Cam... I’m completely and utterly addicted to you. This need for you is more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced. Itconsumesme. I want you by my side, under my fucking skin… always.”

“I’m nothing special,” I mumble, a blush creeping up my neck as I stare into his deep brown eyes, so open and honest. “Not next to you.”

“Stop talking about my favorite person that way.” He kisses me again, tongue gliding against mine as he moans softly into my mouth. Steady hands guide me where he wants me, our bodies touching everywhere., and it feels like he’s ripping away one of my limbs as he separates us. “You are… do you know that? My favorite person.”

A smile crosses his lips, one I never knew a monster was capable of forming. It’s pure and genuine, open and honest and breathtaking. He chuckles, a serene sound that vibrates against my forehead as he rests his head there, dark eyes intense and unwavering.

In that moment, it feels like more.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and my chest constricts with the most beautiful anguish at the words. “People talk about love like it’s this lightness—something that sweeps them off the earth and into the clouds. But that’s not us, is it? My love for you isn’t some light, fluttering thing, Cameron. It’s heavy… raw and real, and it weighs me down until there are times I feel like my feet can barely lift off the ground.”

“My love for you is angry, because it mourns a fucking lifetime spent not understanding what love could be. It is furious, Cam, begging me to find a way to go back and find you sooner—to erase some of those wasted years and get a little more time with you.” He nudges my nose with his, kissing me tenderly on the lips even as mine tremble, silent tears tracking my cheeks. “It wants to burn the world to ashes in its fury, until there’s nothing left that could ever hurt you.”

A near-silent, broken sob shatters in my throat as his eyes search mine, finding all those shadowy, hidden corners where my darkness lies. “You don’t have to say it back… you don’t even have to acknowledge it. I just need you to know. My soul screams for you to understand that you are the most vital piece of my existence. The best part of my life. You are mine, and I am yours, and I will love you until my last breath.”

My heart slams against my ribs as though it might implode with everything I’m feeling, tears like dewdrops in my lashes and painting my skin in salty rivers as I stare at him. A pained expression twists my face, the ache almost unbearable, but I can’t bring myself to speak.

The words are right there, cutting my tongue as I hold them inside.

But I just… can’t.

“It’s okay.” Heartbreakingly gentle, he cups the back of my head and tucks me against him—against the steady pound of his heart under his ribs. “I know it gets cloudy inside that mind of yours sometimes,” he whispers, and another quiet sob slips loose, drowning itself in his chest as I cling to him. “You might think you hide it from the world behind that snark and attitude, but I see you. When you get lost in that fog, remember that I’ll be here to guide you. When you struggle to see all the good in yourself, I’ll love you enough for both of us until you find it again.”

“Ronan,” I sob, and he hugs me tighter. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“I don’t either, mo’sziv, but we’ll figure it out together. You are my heart. You have given me back the life I thought I’d lost.”

We’re silent as the sky darkens to a deeper blue, the sunset approaching as I collect myself. Quiet sobs shake my frame until I’m composed enough to speak. “What about the times I say all those ugly things I don’t mean? When the glue holding me together fails, and these broken pieces fall apart all over again? It feels like I’m always hurting you, Ro… what happens when I do it again? When I push you away?”

“Then I’ll just have to hold on a little tighter those days.” My eyes close as another heavy inhale fills my lungs, breathing in this moment. Memorizing it, down to the chirp of the cicadas emerging as night begins to set and the babble of the water as it trickles along in its lazy path. “If I can’t love you enough to pull you out of it, then we’ll fight until you get over yourself or we’ll fuck until we forget why we were mad.” I choke on a wet laugh as his cheeks lift in a grin. “Either way, sounds like a perfect day to me.”

Chapter 26

Ronan

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