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I press kisses down his jaw, along his throat, sinking my teeth into the sensitive spot just below his ear, relishing the way he shudders beneath me. "You have no idea how much I need you," I murmur, my voice thick, raw.

"Then take me," he breathes, his fingers digging into my arms, his gaze locking onto mine, dark with lust and something deeper.

My control snaps.

I reach blindly for the oil from last night, slicking my fingers before pressing them into him, stretching him open as he writhes beneath me, panting, moaning my name like a prayer. His body welcomes me, so familiar, so perfect, and when I finally slide inside him, the world tilts, shattering around us.

His legs wrap around me, pulling me in deeper, his hands gripping my shoulders as I move, slow at first, then faster, our bodies falling into a rhythm that feels like coming home.

Every thrust, every moan, every whispered plea fuels the fire raging between us, the tension coiling tighter, higher. I feel him tightening around me, his body trembling, his breath stuttering against my skin.

"Come for me," I whisper against his lips, my fingers wrapping around him, stroking in time with my thrusts. Kelly cries out, his body seizing beneath me as he falls apart, his release painting both our stomachs. The sight of him unravelling, the way he clings to me, sends me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I see white.

I collapse against him, breathless, our bodies tangled together, slick with sweat and exhaustion. My heart pounds against his, and he trails lazy fingers down my back, his touch soothing, grounding.

I press a kiss to his damp temple, murmuring against his skin. "I love you."

Kelly smiles, sated and soft beneath me. "I know," he whispers. "I love you too."

And just like that, I know, I’m never letting him go again.