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Every fear.
Every voice that told me I’m too much or not enough.
He thrusts again—deeper, rougher, dragging a moan out of my throat that I didn’t know was there.He groans, lips finding mine in a kiss that’s as much desperation as it is devotion.
ChapterThirty-One
Dexter
I can’t believe this is happening.Me and Aly.I never thought I needed someone the way I need her.I wish I could say this is love, but I’m not even sure if that’s what I’m feeling.All I know is that I want her to have everything she wants.
“Tell me what you want,” I rasp against her mouth, my length pulsing inside her, barely holding back.
Her breath stutters.“I just want you.All of you.”
“You have me.”
The words leave before I can stop them, and they’re the truest thing I’ve ever said.
Not sure when this started—this need to belong to her—but it’s here now, anchoring itself in the deepest part of me.And it’s not just physical.It’s this overwhelming sense that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.Like her body was made for mine.Like I’ve spent years trying to silence something in me that only she knows how to answer.
I sink in deeper, slow, measured, watching her fall apart underneath me.
Her lips part on a gasp, and I feel it—how she opens around me, how warm, how wet, how perfect she is.My hands slide under her thighs, lifting her just enough to pull her closer, to feel her tighter.
I swear I could live in this moment—this pressure, this closeness, her name on my tongue and her body wrapped around me.
The way we move together in a rhythm that feels instinctual—like our bodies have known this long before we did.
Like we belonged to each other before the stars ever learned to burn.Before the first breath, before memory.
As if some ancient part of me has been aching for this—for her—since the beginning of time, and only now, finally, has found where it’s meant to rest.
Each slow thrust pulls a soft sound from her lips, and each one unravels something deeper in me.Some lock I didn’t know I had inside my chest starts to come loose.
I can’t look away.
Her eyes, her mouth, the way she moves against me—it’s worship without words, and I’ve never felt so whole.
Her hands roam over my back, her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer like she can’t get enough.Like she needs this, too.Every motion, every whispered plea, winds us tighter.
And fuck—it’s not just sex.It’s her.
It’s this unbearable, beautiful intimacy I didn’t think actually existed.Not for people like me.
I drop my forehead to her shoulder, trying to breathe through how good this feels.How much it feels.How much she makes me feel.
“I want to stay in you,” I murmur, barely able to get the words out, “just like this.Until morning.Maybe forever.”
She doesn’t hesitate.“Then do it.”
Fuck.
If I could, I would.I want to make that happen.I want to rewrite every ending I’ve ever lived so this is the one that sticks.
I press deeper, groaning against her neck.Her body takes me like it’s home.Like I was meant to fit here, against her, inside her.
“But if I do,” I whisper, voice breaking, “I’ll ruin you.In the best fucking way.”
