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For the last year and a half, all my smiles had a thread of terror laced in them. I smiled for my children because they needed normalcy. I smiled for Véa because she made it impossible to frown for long.

But I’d been so scared of losing them like I’d lost my father, sister, and brother-in-law.

It finally felt like I could breathe.

Kissing her again, making sure to hit that spotdeepinside that made her moan, I said, “You’re my world, you know that?”

“And you’re mine,” she murmured. “But I want on top.”

My mouth dropped. “Why?”

“Because you’re going too slow, and I don’t want to be teased tonight. It’s just a matter of time before a toddler charges through that door, and it’s been too long.”

Fair. But… “No.”

She grinned. “I’ll lie here entirely silent and motionless if you don’t let me. Won’t be fun for either of us.”

“Oh, you think you can?”

“I know I can.”

“Is that a challenge then?”

“It is.” Her smile widened, eyes burning brighter. “Do your best.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, woman.”

“Oh, I do. I’d like it now, please. If you can, of course.”

As much as I loved pleasuring her, no matter how much I adored the sensuality of this moment, I rarely turned down a challenge.

I gave her one last ginger, heartwarming kiss.

Then I grabbed her hips and flung her to the bed belly down. She giggled as I hoisted her up to me, but that giggle morphed into a sigh as I thrusted into her cunt. When I reached around to rub her clit, grabbing a fistful of her hair, she gasped.

“If you can,” I said under my breath, yanking her up to me by her hair. “Is that enough for you?”

She rolled her head against my chest, laughing softly. Her eyes were only partway open, smile the sexiest thing. “Mhmm.”

I lifted my hand from her clit around her waist and lapsed.

Véa heaved in a breath as her feet fell to the floor, looking straight ahead at the mirror on the dresser.

“It wasn’t enough for me,” I whispered in her ear, finding her clit again. “I need to see this pretty face while you come around my cock.”

She moaned with pleasure, grasping my forearm for stability as her legs quivered.

“‘Atta lass,” I murmured, holding her gaze in the mirror, kneading my fingers deep into her mane of rich brown curls. That single phrase always brought her to her breaking point, and it did no different now. Her muscles tightened around me, and she had to grasp the dresser for stability. With a kiss on her neck, I whispered, “Don’t stop looking at me.”

She whimpered, as if to say she wouldn’t dream of it.

Positioning her hips just where I wanted them, massaging her clit, pounding against that wonderful place inside her, I watched every breath she took and wiggle she couldn’t fight. I took in every expression that crossed her face, committing it all to memory. The slight part of her perfect pink lips, the gentle smile when I whispered how beautiful she was in her ear, her wild curls dangling on her supple cheeks, and those gorgeous emerald eyes. Each bounce of her breasts, each intimate arch of her back against my chest, struggling to stay where I wanted her as the pleasure ripped through her body, making her squirm.

That was all it took to bring me to my brink. Just that pretty face screwed up in euphoria and bliss.

Véa was everything. Beauty, and chaos. Comfort, and safety. Peace, and sensuality.

“Do mhòr àlin nighan mi fhaicin,” I whispered in her ear.You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen.