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“I love you,” I whisper into the warm hush.

“Love you too,” Knox murmurs, kissing my temple.

“Every damn inch,” Jace adds.

“Forever,” says Axel.

Rider doesn’t speak. He just kisses my hand and lays it gently over his heart.

My thighs ache. My pulse is still settling, but I’ve never felt more whole.

For a few blissful moments, I just breathe—held in the arms of the men I love, my body humming with everything they gave me.

But it isn’t over.

Fingers start to roam again. Slow, teasing strokes across my stomach. A mouth brushing my collarbone. A low murmur at my ear that sends another spark through me.

Jace chuckles softly. “Round two?”

Axel shifts behind me, pressing closer. “Thought we agreed to make the most of our night.”

Knox’s palm slides down my hip, his hand cupping my ass and his fingers teasing my asshole.

Rider finally speaks, voice rough and deep. “We’re not done loving you.”

And just like that, they begin again—each touch more confident, more possessive, more tender.

I surrender with a smile, eyes fluttering closed as heat blooms low and slow inside me all over again.

Wrapped in their arms, lost in their hands and mouths, I drift between pleasure and peace—safe, surrounded, and worshipped—knowing I’ll never sleep alone again.

THE END