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“Yes,” I pant. “Whatever it is,yes.”

He tilts his hips just enough and the angle makes stars burst behind my eyes.

“Oh, fuck?—”

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

I do.

Ido.

I come with a cry that rips from my chest like something primal.

My body locks, pulses,clingsto him.

And he follows me down.

Groaning my name like it’s a prayer, he spills inside me, hips stuttering once, twice, then stilling.

We collapse together.

Sweaty. Shaking. Breathless.

But whole.

He stays inside me as long as he can. Kisses the corner of my mouth. My jaw. My neck.

Neither of us speaks.

Not for a long time.

When he finally rolls us to our sides, I curl into him without thinking.

My head rests over his heart.

And for the first time in years?—

I sleep without fear.

CHAPTER 35

KALEV

She breaks apart beneath me, and I damn near follow her into the dark.

The way she moves—hips arching, thighs locked around me, mouth parted like she’s too stunned to close it—I feel it like a pulse across my whole body. Her cunt clenches around my cock, velvet and heat, slick and pulling, and I have to hold still or I’ll spill before I earn it.

She’s shaking.

Not from pain. Fromrelease.From something holy.

I clutch her tighter, burying my face in the curve of her neck, trying to memorize every sound she makes when she comes.

She smells like skin and salt and something I don’t have a name for. Something that meansmine.

And fuck, I missed her.

Not just in the body sense—not just her heat, her curves, the gasp she makes when I press in deep.

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