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He loved her. He loved her so much, she could physically feel it, the rawness of his attachment so great it nearly broke her. Broke and healed her.

“I want that,” she said, kissing him harder, crushing her lips against his. “I want that—you—right now.”

“Thank fuck.”

He tugged her shirt over her head, and then went for her bra, unlatching it with one deft movement. Her pants and underwear were off so quickly, she hardly registered it happening, and then her own hands were moving to his belt buckle as Darien ripped off his shirt, the fine chains around his neck jingling with the force, and threw it aside.

As soon as their clothes were off, nothing separating them, he hoisted her up again, sheathing himself inside of her with one swift, forceful movement that made her gasp.

“Fuck,” Darien groaned. He filled her right up, spearing her deep, and gods, it was the best feeling in the world. So was the warm press of his skin against hers, the beating of his heart under her palm as she flattened her hand on his broad chest—needing to feel him, claim him. “Fuck, I needed this, baby—I needed you so badly.”

Darien wasted no time in moving—fucking her against the wall with brutal intensity, showing her exactly how badly he needed her. She used that wall for leverage, pushing back against it so she could fuck him back. She deepened every movement he dealt to her body, sharpened every thrust, and it still wasn’t enough. She wanted him—needed him—more than she needed air.

“Gods,” she managed around a breathy whimper. “Is this what I’ve been missing?” If he’d only told her sooner, the truth would’ve saved them both so much pain—and given them so much pleasure.

Darien smiled against her mouth. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

“We fuck all the time,” Darien growled, kissing her again as he pounded into her, the wall unyielding against her spine. “We can’t keep our hands off each other. We’re always fucking, and your tight little pussy is always making a mess on my cock.”

“Oh gods,” she gasped, clawing at his broad back. With every hard thrust, his muscles shifted under her grip, and gods, she loved it—loved the feel of him. She touched him with greed, pulling him closer, raking her nails across his smooth skin.

As he kissed her, his thrusts never slowing, he showed her another memory—one of her riding him on a beach somewhere. The sight of him underneath her, completely taken by her as she moved above him, made her inner walls flutter, release shimmering right there. But she fought it, because she didn’t want this to be over yet—ever. She wanted this to last forever.

And then she saw herself in the same memory—from Darien’s mind—and realized the first part was her own. Another memory coming back, and with it the emotions she’d lost.

Her love for Darien—the love that knew no bounds. The truth her heart had been screaming at her since she’d awoken in that chamber, the truth her mind had forgotten. The truth she hoped never to lose again.

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” Darien’s deep voice was as decadent as chocolate, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel the words as much as she could hear them.

“More,” she gasped, “show me more.”

His mouth covered hers, swallowing her voice. He gave her what she wanted—more images of them tangled up in each other in beds and on couches; in his truck and car. Her mind flashed between the present and the past, every memory vivid and breathtaking, but it wasn’t enough—she wanted more of this Darkslayer, wanted this incredible man to be her present, her future.

Her forever.

Three more strokes that were so deep she felt each of them in her stomach, and she shattered around his cock, his name floating off her lips in a breathless whimper. Darien supported all her weight as she dissolved, right there in his arms, drawing out her orgasm with quick, sharp movements, the room echoing with the slap of their bodies.

And then he spun, lowering her to the mat, where he settled heavily between her thighs, not missing a beat as he fucked her right there, the angle so deep and so good that she instantly came again, tipping her head back with a high cry the room answered with an echo.

An erotic groan rose deep in Darien’s throat. “Fuck, I love that,” he panted, thrusting with all his weight into her hot and swollen center. “I love you.” When she felt him throb inside her, she knew he was close.

“Darien,” she whimpered. She was raw and full of this Darkslayer, every stroke pushing her higher, each dexterous roll of his hips teasing the taut bud of her clit. “Darien—” she gasped. “Gods, please, don’t stop—”

His movements sped up and deepened. He fucked her so hard, she couldn’t figure out where she ended and he began. She was lost in him, and he in her. She clawed at his back and kissed him deeply, teeth and tongues clashing. He tasted like everything she’d ever wanted. She was drunk on him.

“Fuck, Loren.” His pace quickened with a frenzy of need. “Fuck, baby, I need—” He rested his forehead against hers. “Fuck,” he hissed again, the word fanning her mouth. He slid a hand under her ass, grabbing a fistful of it as he pounded into her.

And then he came so hard his eyes turned black, her name floating off his stunning mouth. She lifted her head to kiss him, claim him, sucking and biting his lower lip as he spilled himself inside her with such force, his cum dripped out onto the mat.

His movements gradually slowed, and he relaxed on top of her, being careful to keep his weight off her chest, his heart pounding heavily against her breast. Her body was spent, her legs trembling on either side of his waist, heart thumping just as hard as Darien’s.

Although the room was empty apart from the two of them, it felt so full in here. So perfect.

“You love me,” she whispered, needing to hear that truth on her own tongue.

Darien kissed her brow. “We love each other,” he said, the deep rumble of his voice traveling from his sweat-slick chest into hers.