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He pulls away briefly to trail light kisses down my neck and collarbone before settling on one of my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipple. My back arches and I moan loudly, feeling myself growing wet with need.

His hand slides between us, stroking me as I grind against him in desperation. His eyes meet mine and I see nothing but love and desire reflected back at me.

“Please,” I beg breathlessly. I rake my nails down his back, and he shudders, eyes glowing silver with lust and passion.

All the years of longing and heartbreak seemed to dissolve in this perfect moment.

Every touch, every kiss, every gasp of pleasure feels like a million little sparks igniting within me. I cling to him, wanting to be as close as possible, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against mine.

His lips continue their path down my body, leaving a trail of heat, kisses, and nibbles in their wake.

“I want you more than anything in the world,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice husky with desire. “And I desperately need to taste you.”

He spreads my thighs apart, exposing me to him fully. His silver eyes darken with desire as he looks up at me, and I see a hunger in them that hasn't been satisfied in years. It spurs me on, makes me wetter for him.

I gasp when his lips find my center, his tongue flicking over my sensitive clit. I arch up, grinding my hips against his face. He growls, low and primal and the warmth in my core spreads from my head to my toes.

"You taste so fucking good, Yelena," he moans against me before plunging his tongue inside of me.

He feasts on me like a starving man, lapping at my folds and sucking on my clit in a way that sends little jolts of heat up my spine.

I grip the sheets above my head, nails digging into the soft comforter as pleasure courses through my entire body.

“Austin,” I pant, “I can’t. It’s too much.”

He growls against my folds and slides a thick finger inside me, then a second, curling them in just the right way to make me gasp in pleasure.

I call out his name, thrashing on the bed in pleasure as he continues his ministrations.

My hips buck against his face as I whimper his name over and over again. My legs shake uncontrollably from the need building inside of me.

"Austin...Oh God...I'm...I'm..." I can’t finish my sentence. Stars explode behind my eyes and a wave of pure ecstasy washes over me.

Holy fuck.

I can barely get my breath back before he pulls back and flips us over so that I am on top of him and my hair falls around us like a curtain. I lean down and kiss him, rocking my hips against his hard length. I can taste my own arousal on his lips. It spurs me on further.

I want him buried inside me and to feel that explosion of pleasure, but I feel suddenly shy. I’ve never been good at asking for what I want, and it feels awkward.

“Hey,” he whispers, framing my face and forcing me to look at him when I try to turn away. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and grind against him, desperate. Everything about him makes me feel hot and needy, and yet, his familiar scent and the bond between us make me feel so safe. Cherished. Loved.

It gives me the confidence to be bold.

“I want you,” I whisper, biting my lower lip. “All of you.”

He smiles a slow smile and then reaches between us, fisting his cock in his hand and stroking, before moving his hands to my hips. He lifts me up, his hands gripping me tightly, as he guides me onto him.

I moan loudly as he fills me completely, the sensations overwhelming and intense. He thrusts up into me, setting a rhythm that has my body trembling with pleasure.

I start to move with him, feeling every inch of him inside me. Our eyes lock and I can see the love and desire burning brightly in them.

“You feel so good,” he groans, his breathing becoming ragged as I ride him faster.

My hands grip onto his shoulders as he whispers dirty words into my ear. It’s intoxicating and impossible to resist.

Our moans and gasps fill the air as we let go of all inhibitions and give in to the primal desire that has been building between us for years.

“Oh, god, Austin, right there,” I moan as he thrusts up. His hand reaches between us again, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it with small circles.

My whole body feels alive with pleasure, and I know I am close to reaching my peak.

“Come for me,” he whispers huskily in my ear and that’s all it takes for me to shatter into a million pieces. The wave of pleasure crashes over me as he continues to move inside me until he reaches his own release. I cry out when he comes inside me, filling me with his seed.

We lay there panting and spent, our bodies tangled together in a mess of sheets and limbs.

“When does Cleo come home?” he asks, his breath heavy.

I turn to him. “At three,” I say with a yawn. He glances over at his phone on the bedside table.

“We’ve still got twenty minutes,” he says, with a devilish grin. “I know just how to spend it.”

He kisses me softly before trailing down my body once again. This time, I let out little giggles as he tickles my sides with gentle kisses.

“I love this,” he says against my skin. “Being able to make you laugh like this. Touching you.”

“I love it too,” I reply with a smile. “But mostly I just love you.”

He meets my eyes again and we both know that these words are promises we’re making to each other. It may not be a formal mating ceremony, but to us? These whispered words are our vows to each other. The journey has been hard, but we’ve survived it and come out the other side.

This is what I want…forever.