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He moves inside me, slow and careful, his control razor-sharp. His kisses are soft, almost reverent.
He thrusts again, and I feel it, that he’s holding back.
He’s not the kind of man who ever holds back, but right now, for me, he is.
He’s giving me care. Respect. Maybe even love.
Again and again, he moves inside me, each thrust deeper, more deliberate. My pleasure builds slowly this time, a slow burn, a climb toward something inevitable.
“I’m going to come again, sir,” I whisper against his neck, trembling.
“Call me by name now,” he growls.
“Seamus,” I moan, my breath hitching. “Seamus, I’m going to, please.”
“Go on, Zoya,” he whispers. “Come as many times as you want.”
Then he drives deep, and I splinter again, but this climax is different, less sharp, more consuming. Deeper. It fills me tothe edges.
I press my chest to his, moving with his thrusts, feeling the tremble in his body as he nears his own release.
When he comes, his body jerks, and his forehead falls against mine.
“God, this is so goddamn sweet.” He groans. “God, I love you, Zoya.”
He pulls out slowly, carefully, his every movement tender.
And then he’s back, inside me again, but not just physically. Emotionally. Entirely.
I’m so tired.
My eyes flutter shut as he gently cleans me. Like I’m precious. Like I matter.
My head finds its place on his shoulder, and my limbs go weightless, floating in the afterglow.
I want him. God, I want him.
I don’t know what he’s done to me.
I close my eyes and drift toward what I hope is dreamless peace.
Chapter 19
SEAMUS
She falls asleep beside me.
But I can’t sleep. I hold her against me, feeling her soft breathing. While she sleeps, I think about what’s coming next.
Then she wakes and rolls over, one eye open.
“We should run,” she says quietly. “Hide. Go somewhere no one can ever find us again.No one.Just us, Seamus.”
“Zoya,” I whisper.
“If we left now, we could run to the ends of the earth. Somewhere far, where they’d never suspect we’d go.”
I hate to disappoint her, god knows I do, but I have to. Not that I don’t want exactly what she’s suggesting.
