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I had no qualms about killing the woman who birthed me in defense of my wife if it came down to it.
For the greatest love I’ve ever known, they all could die.
That feeling made me realize I wasn’t right in the head.
“I can practically hear your thoughts,” Forever said as we were alone in the elevator, having ridden the entire way home lost in our own thoughts.
“How do they make you feel?”
She smiled.
“Like the safest woman in Everwood.”
I reached for her hand as the elevator slowed and the doors pulled open.
“That’s how it should be,” I said, tugging her to my unit. “That’s how it is.”
We moved inside, and she immediately started to strip out of the robe. I reset the alarm and watched her take off her boots next. She’d worn a tiny little black dress that stopped just below her ass, with long sleeves.
Thankfully, those pretty ass legs were hidden beneath all that fabric tonight. And now they were on display only for me.
“We should talk about what happened tonight,” she said, propping herself on the arm of the couch. “Right?”
I nodded and shrugged out of my robe.
“We should.”
Neither of us moved toward the discussion. Instead, she came to me and hooked her fingers around the back of my neck.
“But first…” She stood on her toes and brushed her lips against mine. “I want you to scratch this itch I can’t get rid of.”
I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Anything for you.”
She hummed and whispered against my ear, “You said I’m your heart in human form. Can you fuck me like that?”
I carried her to the bedroom without another word, my body already responding to the request. The drugs from tonight were completely gone now, but the clarity they’d given me remained.
This woman was mine. Had always been mine. And would always be mine.
CHAPTER 21
FOREVER
This felt right.
“My forever,” Demetrius breathed against my skin, pressing soft kisses down my shoulder as we fell into bed together.
This felt like remembering.
I wrapped myself around him, dress riding up around my hips as he positioned himself between my thighs. I reached for the hem of his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine.
“Too many clothes,” I whispered, tugging impatiently.
He smiled into my skin, then pulled back to take his shirt off. I drank in the sight of him.
This beautiful man was all lean muscle and smooth dark skin, my weakness, it felt like.
