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He smiles, eyes trained on mine. “Goddamn, baby… I fuckin’ missed you so much.” His words blow over me with a rough whisper, hoarseness in his tone from the hours of singing.

He shakes his head, lips parting as his forehead touches mine, our hips eager and pleas to never stop desperate.

“I love you… have I told you that?”

“Not in a while,” I whisper, smiling against his lips.

“I do,” he professes, continuing to move inside of me. I close my eyes and spread my legs wider.

He buries his face in my neck, his eager palms sliding down my legs to my thighs, thrusting faster, stronger than before.

“You love me, right?” he asks, groaning with each movement of his hips.

Raising my hand up, I push his hair from his forehead and make him look at me. “I love you,” I tell him, because I know I need to, and I feel it now, forever.

Closing my eyes, he rocks faster, with desperation, chasing an end.

My hands move over his back, his neck, everywhere, and he lifts his head. His breath shutters when I push my hips up to meet his movements.

He keeps his eyes on mine and tears begin to form in my eyes because this moment is something I thought we’d lost forever. It’s something I’ve wanted for so long, to have this side of the boy who holds my heart back. Something I thought I’d never have again.

A soft moan of pleasure leaves my parted lips. With a sigh, his forehead rests against mine, the muscles in his body straining. “Are you okay?” he whispers, panting heavily, trying to gain some composure.

My hands grip the back of his neck a little tighter and I nod. “I am now.”

“I love you,” he murmurs, his open mouth over mine. “That’s all that matters.”

I let his words wash over me, their meaning causing my heart to thud a little faster.

Taking my bottom lip between his teeth, he plunges his tongue into my mouth. Wrapping my hands tighter, my moans are suppressed by his passionate kisses.

My fear fades in his strong embrace, his face close, watching me intently as I fall apart in his arms. “Don’t ever leave me again,” I demand, staring at him. “I can’t take it.”

“I won’t.”

My attention moves to him, head bent forward focusing on our movements as if they’re so consuming he can’t look anywhere else.

He grinds into me, pace quickening and I capture his eyes right before his fall, hands pulling me into him. His shoulders shake, too shallow breaths that he takes too quickly. “Fuck,” he whispers, words caught by my mouth on his. I grip his neck and hair in my desperate fists.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. And he doesn’t. He holds me until I know his love is finally pure.

Rawley fists one hand in the pillow beside my head, the other firmly on my ass, squeezing with each thrust. Our movements grow frantic, need driven and one tracked.

After a minute, his thrusts become jagged and he lets out a heavy growl in my ear. There’s no questioning what’s happening.

His lips are at my neck now, trying to control his breathing but his steady attempts come out in irregular gasps. Chasing his need, he moves with determination that borders on rough, but I love every second of it.

His head falls forward, my sight of his eyes gone, but I see his jaw flex when he comes, the muscles in his chest and stomach clenching as the endorphins take over.

Rawley makes me feel a lot of things. Wanted. Protected. Loved. But at times like this, his weight pressed against my chest, he makes me feel worshiped, beautiful and sexy.

A COOL BREEZE through the room wakes me; it’s from the sliding glass door to the balcony opening and closing. It takes me a moment to realize where I am, sleepiness settling deep inside me but I don’t want to fall back asleep when I can vaguely make out Rawley’s figure on the balcony.

Wrapping a robe around me, I make my way outside, despite the frigid temperature.

Snaking my arms around him, I rest my head between his shoulder blades. “It’s so pretty out here.”

He twists around and pulls me into his embrace, my head now against his chest as his hands cradle the back of my head. Dipping his head forward, he places it against my forehead. “Nothing’s as beautiful as you.”

Turning my face into his as his nose trails my cheek, I search for the warmth of his skin in the frigid air. “I disagree,” I rasp quietly. “You are.” I then lift my palm to his chest and stare up at him. “Is this really happening, finally?” I ask. “Us together?” I add, closing my eyes.

His hand finds my cheek, fingers barely brushing over my skin. His eyes glow in the orange sky, a brown so dark I can’t find their depth. It’s right now I see his love is endless.

“Forever,” he states, assuring me what we have now is different.


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