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“Then you know what to do. You know what I want.”

I nod. He wants me to scream for him. He always wants me to scream for him so he can hear my pleasure erupt.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, and arch my back off the bed, craning my neck as the orgasm washes over me, my body shaking as I clench around him. My mind is a maze of pleasure and ecstasy when he reaches out, wrapping his fingers around my throat, squeezing hard.

“Not God. Me,” he growls. “I control your body. I make you come. My cock. My body. My fucking everything. Not God.”

“You,” I whimper, and he slides on top of me, pushing so damn deep against my core that I shiver beneath him. His body is flush against mine, skin on skin, smooth and hot, gliding over me as he fucks me.

“Say you’re mine,” he rasps against my ear, his heavy breathing weaving through the silent shadows around us. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

His palm is on my belly as he continues to thrust. “God, the thought of my seed growing inside you, fuck, it drives me insane.” Harder and faster, he pumps in and out of me. “I’m inside you, a piece of me possessing your body. You’re mine now, in every way possible.”

His lips crash against mine, kissing me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, lapping against mine, stirring a taste that is uniquely us. It’s sweet and addictive, an exquisite tang of sin and pleasure that drives us to the brink of madness, craving more. Our bodies are intertwined as we move to a harmonious rhythm that is ours. It’s never been like this. This deep, intense, more than just a physical fuck. It’s more than just lust and desire. His groans fused with my moans has an echo of promise, one I feel dancing in my veins, filling my heart to a point where it might burst.

“I’m never letting you go,” he growls between panting breaths, our bodies rocking harder, faster. “You’re mine. The life growing inside you is mine. Nothing will ever change that. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I’m yours. Always.”

“I’m going to fuck you every goddamn day, so you never forget.” He pounds into me, slipping his hand from my belly to my hip, pressing down on the inside of my thigh to spread my pussy wider for him as he fucks me.

His pelvis grinds against my pubic bone, his cock stretching me, filling me to the brim, and I feel him grow thicker, harder inside me. We’re both close, our bodies at war with the desire that consumes us.

I’m panting, his breaths hot against my collarbone, his shoulders flexing under my touch, his muscles taut and so fucking beautiful.

“Come for me, stray,” he murmurs breathlessly. “Come with me.”

I cry out as I come for the second time, the pleasure more intense, a mind-blowing crash of euphoria that grips every muscle, every bone, every molecule of my being. He continues to drive into me, hard and heavy, until I feel his cock pulse, pouring his cum inside me. Even at the peak of rapture, we move in sync, like we’re made for each other. Own each other. Completely and undeniably consumed.

Sweat clings to our skin, and he stills on top of me, our bodies slick and exhausted, and he leans his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. “Today, for an hour, you were gone. I thought he had you. I thought I was going to lose you.”

“You didn’t.” I weave my fingers through his hair.

“I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.” His words are a pained confession on his lips. “It was like the blood in my veins didn’t know how to move. It was the most excruciating experience of my life, Leandra. And when I found you in that parking lot and realized he had taken Mira and not you, the relief was indescribable.”

The weight in his voice presses down my chest, breaking my heart one breath at a time.

He lifts his head, and his gaze settles on mine. “What kind of man does that make me? Being relieved that the fucker had taken the woman who is like a sister to me rather than my wife?”

“No. You can’t think like that.” I cup his cheeks in my palms. “You don’t have to feel guilty about something like that.”

“That’s the thing.” He traces a finger down the side of my face. “I don’t. I don’t feel guilty. Not one little bit. There is nothing I won’t do to make sure you’re safe. No life I wouldn’t trade for yours. And no line I wouldn’t cross to keep you.” His nose touches mine as he leans down. “You’re in my blood, stray. There are not enough hours in this lifetime to make you understand just how deep you run in my veins.”

My heart is bursting at the seams, feeling every word penetrate bone. I’m breathless and consumed by him, my soul overflowing with a kind of love gifted from the heavens with the strength to rule hell.

“I love you, Leandra,” he whispers. “Until death do us part.”

ChapterTwenty-Six

LEANDRA

It’s been days, and no one has mentioned Micah or anything about that day. No one ever will. Everyone agreed that Mrs. Del Rossa would never know about Micah. All she had was the loving memories of her husband, and none of us wanted to take that from her. Revealing Alexius’ father’s secret now won’t change anything. It won’t correct the wrongs it caused. It will only inflict pain, something she has more than enough of grieving the love of her life.

A pact was made, and a secret was buried. It’s ironic how father and son separated in life now joined in death. Micah’s ghost will stay in that mausoleum forever, chained to the granite crypts, left to wallow with the dead. It’s how it has to be, and everyone feels the same.

I’m on my way to Mira’s room when her door opens, and she walks out with the doctor, smiling like she always does. “Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate you coming around.”

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