Page 239 of Money Reigns

And when I slide back into her, slow this time, deep and aching, she lets out a sound that breaks me clean in two.

A whimper. A sob. A moan that tastes like forever.

I brace my arms around her, forehead against hers. No more growls. No more force. Just breath and warmth and the slick press of our bodies coming back together where they were always meant to be.

Her eyes flutter open, wide and wet, and she stares at me like I’m the sky and she’s finally stopped running from it.

“I missed you,” she whispers, voice shaking. “Every night. Every morning.”

“I know.” My voice cracks. “I missed you more.”

I rock my hips, slow and deep, dragging every inch of my cock inside her. No rush. No punishing rhythm. Just us. The slide of skin, the sighs between kisses, the creak of the mattress as I make love to the woman who tore me open and stitched me back together with one knock on my door.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close, her lips brushing mine with every exhale. “You feel like forever, War.”

I kiss her like a promise. My hips moving slow, unrelenting. Our bodies already know each other, but this—this is new.This is real.There’s nothing left to prove. No anger. Just her soft sounds, her shaking legs, the way her pussy tightens each time I whisper her name.

“Say it again,” I murmur.

She breathes, “Don’t ever set me free.”

I thrust once, deep, and kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Never,” I whisper against her skin.

She comes quietly this time, her breath catching, her body curling around mine like a secret. I don’t stop. I let her ride the wave, rocking into her as I kiss her neck, her jaw, her lips again.

When I finally break, when the heat coils tight and spills from me with a guttural groan into her welcoming body, it’s not wild.It’s reverent.

I stay there for a moment, letting the tremor pass, the world tilt back into place.

Then I ease out of her gently, careful, and she whimpers at the loss, shifting to cling to me.

“Shh,” I murmur, brushing her hair back, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ve got you.”

She melts into me as I pull her into my arms, her body curling instinctively against my chest. I tuck the blanket around us, my hand splaying across her back, stroking slow and grounding.

She hums, soft and sleepy. “I’m sorry I left.”

My heart kicks.

I press a kiss to her forehead. “No more apologies,” I whisper, voice raw with truth. “I was never going to leave here without you.”

Her fingers slide over my chest, resting above my heart.

“But you didn’t watch me this time,” she whispers. “You didn’t seek me out.”

I go still.

Then I huff a quiet laugh, low and dry.

“Oh, sweet girl.”

She tilts her head up, blinking at me with those doe eyes, already shining again.

“This room…” I murmur, brushing my knuckles across her cheek, “has adirectview into your bedroom window across the street.”

Her breath catches. “What?”