“Please,” I cried, quickening my pace.
He worked me faster, and I froze and shook like I had a fever, letting the waves of rapture take me. I felt him jerking inside of me as I came back down from the addictive high, his face arrested in his own gratifying release. I love to watch him come, and I held as I could, impaled on him, until his eyes opened, and he blinked up at me.
I folded down to lay against him, burying my face in the side of his neck, breathing him in.
He always smelled divine. Like home.
“I love you,” he rasped out. He said it all the time. He didn’t hold it back, now that he’d admitted it, but it still gave me butterflies, every single time.
“I love you,” I spoke softly to his ear.
He gripped me harder. I can’t ever lose you, Danika. I’m not sure I’d survive it.”
“You’ve got me. And I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.”
I meant the words when I said them, but life had other plans for me.
I was by nature, a fighter, and no one could say I didn’t fight for us.
I’d have given my life for that fight.
In fact, I very nearly did.
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