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“I want all of you,” he said, voice rough. “Every second. Every breath. Come up and ride me,preciosa.”
My heart stuttered at the need in his tone, the vulnerability stitched between the hunger.
I rose slowly, letting my body graze his on the way up, my bare skin brushing over his taut muscles. His hands found my waist again, thumbs stroking my hips and drawing small circles into my skin that made my clit ache.
I hovered right above him, my hot, throbbing entrance brushing against his length. I rocked my hips once, twice, both of us grunting and moaning at the sensation.
And then his fingers curled into my hips and he thrust up, filling me to the hilt.
“Santo Dios,” he grunted.
“Oh… God, Gabriel,” I moaned.
“Start fucking me, Amara,” he hissed, his voice teetering on the edge of reason. He was worried about losing control, but I was already there.
I rocked my hips, his big cock pulsing inside me as I moved. My fingernails curled into his muscles, holding myself as I bounced on him, flesh against flesh and moan against grunts.
I gasped as he slid his hand into my hair and yanked my head back, pressing a rough kiss on my neck and sucking. Marking me.
His lips found my nipple and took it inside their wet heat, nipping and sucking, and white light shot behind my eyelids.
We moved with purpose, each one of his thrusts sending sparks dancing along my spine, each whispered word a thread pulling me closer. My clit ground against his pelvis as I bounced against him, making me shudder and see stars.
“I love you so goddamn much,” he rasped.
I closed my eyes and relished all the sensations. The couch creaked, the outside world faded into static, and his hands were everywhere. In my hair. On my hips. On my breasts. He was deep inside me, his lips burning everywhere they landed.
“Oh, God… Oh… my… Gabriel…”
I shattered into a million pieces as I came, only aware of him inside me.
My body tightened and my pussy clenched around him, a pulse of heat, and he shattered, our rhythm lost to the storm we’d created. His movement turned ragged and desperate until he surrendered and a groan tore from his chest with one final thrust.
“My Amara,” he rasped.
Then he spilled inside me, warm, thick, and wet, while we both floated somewhere between earth and space. Or maybe it was somewhere between the ocean and land.
My head came to rest against his forehead as a shaky breath escaped me. There was nothing that mattered but his warmth against my skin. My name on his tongue. The way my body and heart belonged to him.
This wasn’t just sex. This was love. This was our forever.
A claim of us and the years we’d wasted. But we’d have many more ahead of us.
Nothing would stand in our way.
Epilogue
Amara
The church was small and modern, tucked quietly into a sunlit Miami, its clean lines softened by ivy climbing the stone façade.
Inside, golden candlelight shimmered along the walls, dancing against pale stone and stained glass windows that glowed like jeweled stories that held a hundred whispered prayers, a thousand soft regrets.
But not ours. Never ours.
We hadn’t come here in sorrow, but in triumph. After years of circling each other, we’d found love and would choose each other in every place, time, and universe.
Gabriel stood at the altar like a statue come to life, dressed in black, the cut of his suit sharp against the warmth in his eyes. His shoulders, so often burdened by responsibility, were square and still, but I saw the flicker of emotion in him as I stepped into the aisle.
