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Jett pumps inside of me harder when I moan for more. I feel myself gushing around him. “No one has ever had a hold on me the way you do,” he grumbles, the clench of his jaw bulging the veins decorating his neck.

Darting my eyes to the set of inked ones on his forearm, my stomach flutters as all of my tainted scars are patched, and my protected heart opens in a way that frightens me like no other.

“Tell me this the real,” he all but cries, heightening the overwhelming passion of the moment, while his grip tightens and pace quickens.

I open my mouth to speak but can’t form the words from the pleasure climbing link by link up my spine, so I furiously nod.

Harder, he moans into my mouth, not letting our lips latch but ensuring every sound I’m causing him stays secure between us.

“Please,” he whimpers, and I swear his eyes look glazed with a sheen of moisture.

He’s crying.

“I feel it too,” I whine in between moans.

As Jett keeps grinding into me, everything feels connected. Our past, our present and our future.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close,” I beg, feeling my release tracking up every inch of my body.

Jett’s whiskey eyes plead with mine as one hand bypasses my neck and holds my head, while the other strums my clit.

“No more arrangement, no more faking, just me and you.”

My body coils tighten as his fingers, doused in my arousal, play perfectly onto the pulsing spot at my center.

“Jett…” I whimper, needing him to fucking stop with the emotional shit. It’s too much.

“You’re it for me, Fia.”

“Ahhhhhhh!” I scream, clamping down hard onto his cock, riding out the wave of both of our orgasms as he falls over the edge with me.

His words are muffled by my release, and I let my body float like a cloud.

As my body stills, Jett makes no point to rush out of me, and I don’t mind.

His wet eyes shimmer above me as he traces every part of my face, always coming back to my eyes.

“It’s you, Fia. No matter what happens in this life, it’ll always be you.”

I can’t stop nodding as he grips my face, words unable to express what the feeling passing between us is carrying. I know, and so does he.

Jett Parker is it for me too.

CHAPTER 54

JETT

Waking up to Fia in my arms is a comfort I won’t ever be willing to part with.

I don’t know what exactly I expected from her last night.

Or me, for that matter.

I didn’t expect to weep like some love-sick fool and profess my heart to her while pounding inside of her, but it’s all becoming too much.

Her in my home, watching as she fits in perfectly with my family, the comfort she’s found to trust me enough with her trauma. All of it is quickly and masterfully etching her initials deeper into my heart.

Stirring beside me, I watch as her naked chest is just barely showcased beneath my plush comforter.