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“Jaxson,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss. Our lips barely touched, yet the sensation set me on fire. I kissed him back, letting everything I’d been holding inside for the past month come pouring out.

He groaned softly, his hand sliding into my hair as our kiss deepened.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with emotion.

His words undid me. I’d never been with a man who made me feel like this. Like I was his everything.

I pulled him closer, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath his shirt. He was solid, strong, and impossibly warm, and I wanted all of him.

As if he’d read my mind, he eased away to unbutton his shirt and peel it open revealing the body I’d been dying to see again. The moonlight highlighted every muscle, every line. My breath whispered off my lips.

Holy wow, he’s incredible.

He undid the belt that held my wraparound dress in position, and as he pulled the sides apart, revealing my lingerie beneath, his eyes trailed over me like he was memorizing every inch.

I should have felt self-conscious, but with him, I didn’t.

With him, I felt invincible. I tugged the dress off completely and tossed it aside.

“You’re perfect,” he said as his hands skimmed my waist, my hips, my thighs.

And then he kissed me again, hungry this time, like he couldn’t get enough. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching into his as the heat between us grew.

His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, until I was trembling beneath him. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word made me feel more alive than I ever had before.

I tugged him closer, my fingers fumbling with the button of his suit pants. He chuckled, a deep, sexy sound that made my pulse race. “Eager?” he teased, his lips brushing my ear.

“Very.”

The moment his lips found mine again, the rest of the world disappeared.

His kiss was filled with the kind of intensity that made my heart race.

He cupped my face gently, his thumbs brushing against my cheekbones.

I melted into him, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him.

I’d waited so long for this. Too long. The weeks apart had been torture, and now, with him here, touching me, kissing me, I felt like I’d been starving for him. Every nerve in my body was alive, humming with anticipation.

Jaxson’s lips left mine, trailing down the curve of my jawline, then lower, grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

His warm breath sent shivers down my spine as his lips brushed over my collarbone, then back up to the hollow of my throat.

His kisses were slow, purposeful, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of me.

“God, Tory,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough and filled with need. “I missed you.”

He slid his hands down my sides, his touch both firm and gentle.

“I missed you, too.” My fingers swept over his chest before trailing lower, and as he watched me, his eyes dazzled in the moonlight as I took my time.

My hands roamed over his toned stomach, the hard planes of muscle quivering under my touch.

His breathing hitched when I traced the line of his abs down toward the waistband of his suit pants.

“Not fair,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, teasing him as I tugged at the button of his pants .

He chuckled, sending another wave of heat through me. “You first,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

With a small smile, I reached around to unclip my bra, letting it slide from my shoulders. The warm breeze kissed my bare skin, making me shiver. Jaxson’s gaze dropped to my chest, his hands following, cupping me gently before his thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples.

“You’re perfect,” he said.

I arched into him, desperate for more. He dipped his head, and his lips closed over one nipple as his fingers teased the other. A soft moan escaped me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me, unable to control the way my body responded to him.

“Oh, Jaxson,” I murmured his name as a plea.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes flickering with both tenderness and raw desire. He stood and shed the rest of his clothes in a frenzy, and my breath caught as I took him in, grateful for the moonlight outlining every inch of him.

I wriggled out of my panties and lay back on the blanket. My nipples hardened further, aching with need, and I could feel how wet I was . . . how ready for him I was.

He knelt beside me, his hands sliding up my thighs and his touch sent sparks through me. He took his time, his fingers brushing over my hips, my stomach, before trailing lower. His lips followed, kissing every inch of exposed skin, his mouth hot against my body.

His tongue and fingers worked together in perfect rhythm until I was trembling beneath him. The tension coiled low in my belly, grew tighter with every stroke and every flick of his tongue, until my climax was almost too much to bear.

My breathing quickened and my chest rose and fell and I lifted my ass off the blanket, desperate for release. His thumb brushed over my nipple in the same maddening rhythm, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered as I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me.

The world seemed to vanish as my orgasm finally released, crashing over me in a flood of heat and light. My cry echoed into the night, blending with tumbling waves as my body shuddered beneath him .

He continued fingering me, drawing out every last pulse of my pleasure with his lips and fingers, coaxing me through the aftershocks until I was completely undone.

My thighs quivered around him, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath, my entire body humming with the lingering sparks of his touch.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened and his eyes glowed with satisfaction.

A small, breathless laugh escaped me. “You’re going to kill me,” I whispered.

He smirked, that cocky, self-assured grin that made my stomach flip, and crawled back up to me.

His body hovered over mine, his heated gaze holding me captive before he lowered himself, pressing his skin against mine.

The warmth of him and the solid weight of his body sent a fresh wave of need coursing through me.

He brushed a kiss against my lips, a teasing contrast to the raw intensity between us.

“I’m just getting started,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough, vibrating against my mouth.

His words sent a shiver through me as anticipation tightened every muscle in my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him. My hands slid over his back, tracing the hard lines of muscle that flexed beneath my touch. His weight was perfect, grounding me, anchoring me to this moment.

He shifted to slide his hand down my hip, steadying me as he positioned himself.

When he finally slid inside me, a gasp escaped my lips as he filled me completely.

The sensation was overwhelming and incredible.

And I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held on as my body adjusted to the exquisite fullness of him.

He stilled, his forehead pressing against mine, his breathing ragged and uneven. For a moment, neither of us moved. His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek as his dark eyes searched mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

I gave him a kiss that was fierce and full of promise. “I’ve never been better,” I whispered, my voice trembling with truth .

A small, relieved smile played at the corners of his lips, but it was quickly replaced by something deeper, something hungrier. He started to move, slowly at first, his body rocking against mine in a rhythm that matched the steady ebb and flow of the waves crashing on the shore.

Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through me, building steadily, and I arched beneath him, my body instinctively meeting his, desperate for more, for all of him.

“Oh, Jaxson.” His name slipped from my lips in a whispered plea.

He groaned in response, the sound low and guttural, his hips pressing harder, deeper.

His hand slid down my thigh, and he pulled me tighter against him, his movements growing more purposeful, more desperate.

Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, and I couldn’t stop the soft cries spilling from my lips.

“God, Tory,” he murmured. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

His words sent another wave of heat through me, and my entire body came alive with sensations.

I held onto him as he buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

The world around us faded . . .the waves, the stars, the cool night air.

There was only Jaxson and the way he made me feel, truly spectacular.

The rhythm between us built steadily, and each movement stacked another level onto my building orgasm. Never before had I felt such an overwhelming combination of pleasure, connection, and love. It was too much and yet also not enough, and I never wanted it to end.

“Jaxson,” I gasped, his name tumbling from my lips like a prayer. My nails raked down his back, leaving faint trails across his skin as the tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter.

Every thrust of his hips pushed me closer to the edge until I was trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy.

“Come for me, babe,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. His movements grew faster, more desperate, his body pressing into mine as though he couldn’t get close enough.

The command in his voice, the pace in his rhythm, it all was too much, and I shattered, my body arching off the blanket as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

My cry echoed into the night, and the stars above blurred as I came undone completely until every nerve in my body sizzled .

“Oh, Tory.” A deep groan rumbled in his chest as his grip on me tightened. His face buried in the curve of my neck, and my body trembled against him, he pounded into me over and over until he found his own release.

For a long time, neither of us moved, the sound of our mingled breathing blended with the rhythmic crash of the waves.

Finally, he shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him, his arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go. The moon bathed us in its soft silvery glow, watching over us as we lay tangled together under the stars.

He tucked me against his chest and kissed my forehead.

“I love you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the words spoke volumes.

My heart swelled, and I tilted my head to look at him. I rested my palm over his heart, feeling the steady rhythm beneath my palm.

“Oh, Jaxson,” I whispered, smiling as tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. “I love you, too.”

His lips curved into a soft smile filled with so much tenderness that my heart skipped a beat.

In that moment, I knew I’d found my forever. Jaxson was my soulmate, my shelter, my everything.

It was as if the scattered pieces of my heart finally clicked into place to form a whole I hadn’t realized was broken. For the first time in my life, I felt truly seen. Truly loved.

My adoptive parents had tried. God, they’d tried. But my sister’s cruelty made my life in that house unbearable, and I never felt like I really belonged .

But with Jaxson, it was different. The love we shared didn’t just fill the cracks. Our love made me feel special, anchored. And safe.

In his arms, I wasn’t just loved.

I was home.

THE END

I hope you had a blast riding along on Tory and Jaxson’s wild adventure.