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“Show me your tongue,” I demand, rubbing over my shaft.

Leaning up on her elbows, she obliges, and I continue stroking. The view of her is all it takes. The tension snaps in seconds and the buildup from the way she took me unravels. I growl through the release, making a mess of her face and throat.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

She glances down at her chest and swipes her fingers through it before sucking on it. “Well…at least your aim got a little better. We’ll work on it.”

I huff a laugh, collapsing to the side of her. Cupping her face, I crush my mouth to hers. “That was so worth the wait, baby.”

She nods, still trying to catch her breath, looking wrecked and sated. The pulse in her throat beats erratically against my palm.

“I’ll grab some water and then we can rinse off in the shower.”

I move to get up, but she stops me. “Wait.”

“You okay?”

“Just wanted to tell you how much I love you.”

This time when I brush my lips over hers, it’s steady and slow. “I’ll never get tired of hearin’ you say that. I love you so fuckin’ much.”

Once we’re hydrated and clean, I tuck Maisie into bed. She looked so exhausted, I didn’t want to keep her up.

I go to the kitchen and finish wiping down the counters and putting the leftovers in the fridge. It’s hard to believe she’s only been back for less than two weeks and she already fits perfectly in my life. Things started out bumpy, and I know we still have some obstacles to overcome, but I’m ready to go through them with her.

Because when I said forever and till death do us part, I meant every word.

chapter twenty-six

Maisie

I’m halfdead when I wake up the next morning, but in the most delicious way possible. I welcome the ache because it reminds me of the night before and how amazing we were together.

In all our years together, I’ve never seen him so unhinged and possessive before. Our sex life was amazing before, so I knew, or rather, hoped it’d be easy to fall into those same habits with our refound chemistry.

But it was so much better.

He had this animalistic urgency to claim me, but with a gentle and tender force about it. Always slowing down to kiss me right before he impaled me, over and over again, making me cry out for more. The depraved way he licked and sucked on my skin and this insatiable need to consume me was unlike anything I’d experienced before.

He dominated every inch of my body, flipping me into different positions, and feasted on me like a starved man.

It felt like we’d never been apart, anticipating each other’s movements and rocking together until we came undone.

There was no ounce of skin left untouched by his mouth or hands. I admire the red markings he left on my neck and ass, ones I wish were permanent. His eager growls edged me closer as he sucked the life out of me, tasting every inch he could reach.

Waves of pleasure shot through me each time he rubbed over my clit piercing, but when he squeezed the sides of my throat, it made everything more intense. I couldn’t get enough of it the same way he couldn’t get enough of touching me. Every pull of my hair and smack on my ass triggered a lust-filled explosion.

He was unstoppable.

Even the slower and tender moments were needy and desperate.

And it turned me on even more knowing only I got this side of him.

Only me.

I made him feral in a way I hadn’t seen in years.

Perhaps the wildest part is he made me come alive in a way I forgot how to. He knew exactly what I needed and what to do to get me there.