Page 126 of The Ruthless and the Strong

He nodded. “Me, too. I got checked a month before you came back home, and I hadn’t been with anyone but you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.

“Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all.”

And then he entered me swiftly.

I kept my eyes on him as he began to move,never once looking away. It had never felt like this with anyone before.

Never had I felt so complete, so full of love. My chest hurt from the feel of it all, and still I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Max shifted and brought one knee up with him, changing the angle of the penetration, and my nails dug into the sheets beneath me.

“Fuck. Max, please. I need to come so bad,” I said.

“Together,” he said, moving his hand down to play with my clit. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He moved harder against me, so hard I could hear our skin slap every time he moved back in, and… and… and…

My world exploded in beautiful iridescent colors.

That was the only way I could describe it.

Max leaned down and kissed away my cry as I felt him shake above me, just before he came, spurting his come inside of me, creating a sticky, wet, beautiful mess.

“Every time,” he whispered reverently. “Every time with you feels like the first time all over again.”

Then he lay down on top of me, burying his face in my neck. I moved my hands over his muscular back, stopping when I felt wetness on the skin of my neck.

“Max?”

He didn’t answer me. But his body shook, and I knew he was crying.

I hugged him as tears made their way out of my eyes too.

We held onto each for a long while after that, neither of us wanting to move even an inch away as we both cried for all the pain of this last week, as well as the pain of the last six years.

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