Page 122 of She will Always be Mine

I shatter.

I fall.

I scream.

“Riaan!”

He bites down on my pounding pulse as his own orgasm barrels down on him. Every jerk and spurt of his cum prolongs my own as he fills me up.

His groan of satisfaction drowns me and I twist my arms out of his hold, desperate to touch his skin. He stays inside me even after he softens, his weight resting on mine, and I hug him.

We hold each other in the aftermath. His fingers caressing my hip while I run mine up and down his back. He lifts his face, eyes shining with so much love and protectiveness. Resting his forehead on mine, he kisses me passionately.

“Forever mine,” he whispers.

I’m forever his.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

NYRA

The second we’re out of the shower, he announces while carrying me to the closet, “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

The heaviness from a moment ago has vanished and now there’s a lightness inside my chest. It’s none other than genuine happiness. Yes, I still have so much to confess to him but I know he’ll stay by my side through thick and thin.

He’s absolutely right. Until now, I let my tormentor use Riaan as my weakness. I let him cloud my judgment, play with my fears, but not anymore.

I’ll be the woman Riaan says I am. Strong and bold.

My feet touch the rug-covered floor and I grip the towel tighter as I question Riaan, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” He winks and tugs at the knot on my towel until I’m standing naked.

I cock my hip and ask, “When did you even plan it, considering you were keeping me at arm’s length until yesterday?”

“You look cute when you’re mad, sweetheart.” He chuckles and before I can rebut, he drops his own towel, effectively shutting me up. “It was a last minute decision and I had to pull some strings. I promise you’re going to love it.”

“Give me a hint so I know what to wear.”

“Wear another dress,” he replies, his gaze heated. “I like them on you.”

“You mean ripping them off?” I roll my eyes.

“That too.”

I move to my side of the closet and pick a black halter-neck dress that flares around my thighs with a low-cut back. I keep sneaking in glances at Riaan in the mirror as he slides into his black briefs, encasing his tight ass. I look away when he catches me staring and hear his low chuckle.

I can’t help that I’m obsessed with his body.

Actually, I’m obsessed with everything about this man.

Before I melt into a puddle at his feet, I put on my own black thong. Since my dress has a built-in bra, I slide into it next and tie the strings behind my neck. I leave my hair open and flowing down my back. To finish my outfit, I put on black mascara, nude blush, and red lipstick.

When I turn around, Riaan is dressed in a tight black tee and denim jeans that displays his cut physique. With his hair messy in that sexy bad-boy way and his trimmed beard complementing his chiseled jawline, he looks like a broody heartthrob.

While I’m checking him out, he’s doing the same to me and once our eyes clash, his lips tilt into a sensual smile. “You look stunning, Nyra.”

“We’re twinning,” I observe.

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