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I can’t hold back for much longer. Her pussy tightens around me like a vice grip.

“Fuck, you’re going to suck me dry,” I grunt as I lower and hug her, before pulling her back up with me, my hands cupping and kneading her breast. I keep fucking her.

“Yes, yes, just like that, fuck, Kieran,” she moans, and I feel her about to cum again.

My balls are full of seed for her, and just as she is releasing,tightening and quivering around me, I turn her to kiss her as I empty my seed into her.

We come undone in each other’s hands, cocooned in our bubble. It is just us in the world as we fall into the void of our shared orgasm together. We collapse onto the bed, still joined at the hip. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but I feel her breathing even out from the labored frenzy.

By the time the candlelight dims and the fire crackles low, she is mine. All mine.

And I am hers.

Chapter 30

Hazel

The room is drenched in moonlight, the golden glow of the fire casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. My body hums with satisfaction, my skin still warm from Kieran’s touch, but there’s something deeper pulsing beneath it—something raw and undeniable.

I turn my head against the pillow, my breath still uneven, and find him staring at me.

His silver eyes hold something unguarded, something I never thought I’d see from him—vulnerability.

His fingers trace the curve of my shoulder, slow and deliberate, like he’s memorizing me. “You’re quiet,” he murmurs.

I swallow, my throat tight. “I’m thinking.”

He smirks, but there’s a softness to it. “Dangerous.”

I huff a small laugh, but it dies quickly. My chest tightens as I shift to face him fully, lifting a hand to press my palm against his jaw.

“I love you.”

The words leave my lips before I can second-guess them.

Kieran stills.

His expression remains unreadable, but I feel the way his body tenses beneath me, how his breathing hitches just slightly.

Then his eyes darken—not with anger, not with doubt, but with something deep and all-consuming.

His fingers slide into my hair, tangling at the nape of my neck as he pulls me closer, until our noses brush.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

I don’t hesitate.

“I love you.”

His breath shudders, and then his lips crash into mine.

It’s not the kind of kiss that ignites a spark—it’s the kind that consumes. That devours. That leaves nothing behind but the truth of what we are.

His grip tightens as he shifts me beneath him, his body hovering over mine. But this time, it’s different. There’s no desperate urgency, no battle between dominance and control.

This time, there’s only us.

Only this bond that has fought through pain, betrayal, war—and survived.