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“I can’t promise you that. I didn’t want to live in a world without you in it. I know it’s soon and I have my regrets for keeping things from you, but I swear on my soul, Rog—I’ll never lie to you again—about anything.”
“Dev, “he moans shifting me into his lap, his cock jutting out of the water, nudging against my sex.
My lips nibble against his neck, my arms still clinging around his broad back as I lift my hips, impaling myself at once.
We don’t speak, lost in our devastating reunion and the knowledge that one of us could have been killed and we would never know the bliss of being together like this; coiled around each other flesh molding and yielding giving and taking—bonds being forged that the end of time can’t break.
Water sloshes over the side of the tub, Rog’s hand falls, fingers finding my clit, rubbing it soft then hard. His lips capture a nipple, whiskers from his beard feeling decadent as they brush against me at the same time the bulbous tip of his cock hits my G-Spot. My eyes roll back in my head, I’m coming apart at the seams and don’t care. I want to fall, knowing he’s going to catch me. I come hard, riding him to the finish, he lets go, hands cupping my face as I feel him spill inside me, “Mine,” he growls, eyes feral at what Gregory almost took from him, “Say it, Dev.”
“Yours,” I pant crying and falling against his chest.
He grunts, satisfied and lifts me up still nestled inside me and steps out of the hot tub, through the house to the master bedroom where he reluctantly sets me down to turn on the massive walk-in shower.
He sets the temperature, carries me in, lovingly washing me. His hands caress soap over my skin, he peppers kisses on my neck, washes my hair, whispering words of love.
Sated, warm and tired, I fall asleep under the warm spray of the jets, the last words I hear are his saying he’s gonna love me forever.