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Her whimpers grow the deeper I get inside her.
“Thing.”
“Jett, please stop this. You’re not losing me.” Her eyes gloss over with emotion, and I pause until I feel her nails dig into my hips.
On the last push, I make sure to engrave it into her memory. With a tilt of my hips, I put my forehead on hers and groan into her mouth.
“That’s ever happened to me.”
Bottoming out inside her, I pause, giving myself much-needed time to settle before I worship her body.
The problem with all of this is, regardless of how badly I want to be with Fia, how deeply rooted she is in my soul, I won’t settle for her being with someone who isn’t one hundred percent about himself.
Even if all ninety percent of me is changed, that ten percent could still swoop in and ruin it all.
I promised her I’d always be the one to keep her safe, and I plan to keep that promise. Even if it means protecting her from myself.
Quickening my pace, I work relentlessly to chase the bliss that only she can provide.
“Oh…” she murmurs when I hit the spot inside her that she loves.
“That’s it my perfect girl. You take my cock so well.”
“It’s so good,” she whines, grinding her hips into mine to deepen my thrusts.
“It’s because it’s me and you. Nothing feels better than us.”
Her eyes connect with mine, and I see the same sparkle in them that hooked me from the very first night.
Smoothing my hand between us, I strum her sensitive clit, loving the feeling of her walls clamping down on me the closer she gets.
Her hand joins mine, threading our fingers together. At a snail’s pace, then faster, we let our arousal combine as we push her across the finish line.
Silent screams and squirms from beneath me, but I don’t let myself fall over into bliss just yet. Our hands stay connected as my pace slows, but my thrusts only deepen.
I’m not fucking her anymore; I’m loving every inch of her.
Pouring everything I have into her; begging that through my lost words, she’ll somehow be able to read me—be able to feel just how much she means to me.
“Jett, I—”
“Fia,” I croak, watching as tears pool in her eyes as my strokes move slower and stronger.
“If not now, then when?”
“Fia,” I whimper once more.
So silent that I hardly hear, she says it. “I love you, Jett,” she cries, our pulses racing in unison.
“Again,” I beg.
“I love you,” she says a little louder.
Letting myself feel her confession, I grind deeper into her as her body tightens. She’s close again.
Still together, we play with her clit until her hips buck underneath me in preparation for our joint climax.
When she releases my hand, it feels like I’m in a dream falling in slow motion. Everything next happens slowly, or maybe it happens so fast my brain only processes bits and pieces.
