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She digs her nails into my back, arching up to meet my thrusts before tightening around me.

“Jesus,” I pant, sweat dripping from my forehead onto her. “Fucking incredible.”

I keep thrusting until she’s finished.

Then she grabs my ass cheeks, still moving her hips. “Your turn.”

A laugh falls out of me as I keep thrusting. “Thank fuck,” I whisper. “Because I nearly broke a molar trying not to come when you did.”

She laughs, and the sensations I feel have my smile fading as I focus on chasing my release.

“Peyton,” I whisper as I thrust deep. “I love you.”

The words slip out for the second time today, and then I groan, my release spilling free, filling her up.

She clings to me, her face contorted from pleasure as she milks every drop of my cum from me.

Then she smiles, her hands cupping my face. “I love you, Daltyn. So damn much.”

I swear, my heart grows three damn sizes, just like the Grinch.

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DALTYN

The first rays of dawn stream across her pale shoulder, making her seem ethereal as she lies in my arms, smiling up at me.

God. I never want that fucking smile to fade. Ever.

I stare into her eyes, feeling things I never imagined I could feel.

Her hand glides down my chest, and when her fingertips graze my scar, I flinch.

It’s time.

She needs to know all of it.

I grab her hand, holding it over the scar and tattoo.

“Peyton.” My tone is grave. “I have to tell you something.”

Her smile fades, and the air leaves my lungs.

I’ll make it up to her.

Unless she runs away.

My veins flood with ice as I picture her leaving. It would fucking shatter me.

But I push the doubt aside, fueled by the concern and love shining in her eyes.

“I... I survived the worst night of my life,” I say. “And this... is the end result.”

She stares at me, patiently waiting.

And then, I’m back there, in that place. That house I never want to see again.

The soundsof my mom’s cries and screams fill the house. I run from my bedroom, still smaller than my dad, though I’m older now.Still terrified of him, but no longer the scrawny kid I once was.

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