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“You’re mine, Em,” I whispered against her lips, my voice hoarse with emotion. “I want you to feel how much I love being inside you, how much I need you. You’re everything to me.”
Her response was a soft cry of pleasure, her body tightening around me as I continued to move, her every reaction spurring me on, making me want to give her everything. “Caleb . . . Oh God . . .” she moaned, her voice breaking as I hit that perfect spot inside her, the one that made her shudder and cling to me even tighter.
“I’m going to make you come again,” I promised, my pace steady and slow, wanting to draw out every second, to make her feel every inch of me. “I want to feel you come around me, baby. I want to feel you let go.”
Her nails dug into my back, her breath hitching as she teetered on the edge, and I could feel her body tensing, preparing for the release I was determined to give her. I moved just a bit faster, my thrusts deep and precise, hitting that spot over and over until she was trembling beneath me, her moans turning into cries of pure pleasure.
“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice low and possessive, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust.
“I’m yours, Caleb,” she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and ecstasy. “Only yours.”
A surge of emotion tightened in my chest, and I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “And I’m yours, Em. There’s no part of me that isn’t yours.”
As I spoke, I slid my hand between us, my fingers finding her clit. I began to circle it with just the right pressure, timing my thrusts with each stroke, amplifying her pleasure. Her body responded immediately, arching against me, her moans turning into desperate cries as she neared the edge.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice rough with need. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
Her body tensed, every muscle tightening as she teetered on the brink. I thrust harder, deeper, my fingers moving faster over her clit, driving her closer to the edge. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Seeing she was on the verge, I pulled back slightly, then drove into her with one final, powerful thrust, burying myself deep inside her. It was the push she needed—her body shattered beneath me, her muscles clenching around me as she came hard, crying out my name. The way she tightened around me, her inner walls gripping me like a vise, was enough to send me over the edge.
My release built quickly, an intense pressure coiling low in my spine, until it finally broke free. I groaned, the sound low and guttural, as I followed her into that blissful oblivion, my body surrendering completely to the sensation.
The force of my orgasm was overwhelming, every muscle in my body tensing, my hands gripping her hips like they were the only thing grounding me in that moment of pure ecstasy. I could feel the heat of my release filling the condom, the pulsing waves of pleasure radiating from where we were joined, reaching every part of me.
My vision blurred for a moment, the intensity of it all-consuming, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of us and this perfect, all-encompassing connection.
As the last shudders of my release subsided, I collapsed against her, our bodies still locked together, her warmth surrounding me. My breathing was ragged, my heart pounding as I pressed my forehead against hers, feeling the aftershocks of our connection echoing through me. It wasn’tjust physical—it was something deeper, something that made me feel more alive than I ever had before.
We were one in that moment, our souls meeting and merging, every part of us connected in a way that felt more than physical. It was like we were intertwined, bound together by something deeper, something that would last long after this night was over.
As the last waves of our climax subsided, I collapsed against her. I kissed her tenderly, our lips brushing together in a sweet, lingering kiss that said everything words couldn’t.
“I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them, but they felt right, like they’d been waiting to be said all along.
She smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she looked up at me. “I love you too, Caleb. Always.”
It felt like everything had clicked into place. We were one, bound together in a way that went beyond words—this was everything.
Reluctantly, I pulled back, my body still humming from the intensity of our connection. I needed to clean up, to take care of her like she deserved. I slipped away, heading to the bathroom to take care of myself quickly before returning to her. When I came back, she was still lying there, looking more beautiful than I’d ever seen her, a soft, contented smile on her lips.
I grabbed a warm cloth and gently cleaned her, taking my time, making sure she was comfortable. As I wiped away the evidence of our passion, I kissed her inner thighs, her stomach, every inch of her that I could reach. There was a tenderness inmy movements, a deep appreciation for what she had given me, for the trust she had placed in my hands.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for this gift, for giving yourself to me. I’ll never take it for granted, Em. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
She looked up at me, her eyes soft and filled with affection, and I knew she felt the same way. I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers in a kiss that was more than just a kiss—it was a promise. A promise to cherish her, to love her, to be everything she needed.
As our lips met, the kiss deepened, and it was like she was drawing the air from my lungs, pulling me under, making me surrender everything I was, everything I had, to her. And I did, willingly, completely, because there was nothing I wanted more than to be hers.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Emmersyn
The smellof coffee hits me first as I step into the kitchen, still feeling the warmth of the shower clinging to my skin. Zoe is seated at the table, cradling baby Emma in her arms, her expression one of pure contentment as she feeds her daughter. Max is standing by the refrigerator, staring into its depths like it might hold thesecrets of the universe.
“Morning,” I say, making a beeline for the coffee pot. “Need some help?”
Max glances over his shoulder, his brow furrowed as he tries to figure out breakfast. “You cook?”
