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She breathed his name, her voice thick with desire and love. Her hips pressed against his, wordlessly begging for more.

When he finally entered her, Ruth let out a soft, breathless cry, her arms wrapping tightly around him, pulling him deeper, closer. Noah groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. His movements were slow and deliberate as he savored the way she fit against him, the way she moved with him, the way she had been made just for him.

They set a rhythm, their bodies moving in sync. Their breathing became ragged, the air thick with heat and longing.

Ruth moaned against his lips, her hands roaming over his back, down his spine, clutching him like she never wanted to let go. Noah buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin as his pace quickened, his control shattering.

She gasped, her nails digging into his back, her body arching. Her breath came in shaky, desperate gasps. “Noah,” she whispered, pleading, aching.

He groaned, lifting his head just enough to look at her, to see the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips were parted, the way she looked completely undone beneath him.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, wrecked, real.

Ruth’s hands cradled his face, and in that moment, everything else disappeared. “I love you too,” she breathed, her voice breaking.

With a final thrust and a shuddered gasp, their lips met in a desperate, lingering kiss, and they fell together. Everything erupted, crashing through them, leaving them breathless, tangled in each other, their bodies damp with sweat, their hearts pounding as one.

Noah didn’t move, didn’t let go. He stayed wrapped around her, their skin still buzzing with heat. Their breathing slowed, syncing.

Ruth traced lazy patterns on his back, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, a contented sigh leaving her lips. Noah smiled against her bare shoulder, pressing a kiss there, then to the curve of her jaw, and finally to her lips—slow, deep, reverent.

She was here. She was his. And nothing—not the past, not the shadows, not the battles they had fought—could take her away from him again.

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