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Something I thought I’d never say.

He stops, and then I know it’s true.

Because if he rejects me now, I don’t think I can take it. I don’t want to be separated from him. I want this. My person. Today and tomorrow and the next day. And forever.

Warm fingers caress my cheek. “You don’t have to say that. I didn’t expect you to, after everything.”

“I do.”

I rock my hips back and forth till a growl leaps from his throat and he pins my hands beside me, and I gasp as he sinks deeper.

“You love me?” he says in disbelief.

He wraps my head into his arms, and somehow, he’s even deeper than before. I stutter as he keeps up the careful, slow movement of his hips, and another moan escapes me, almost a sob. Dacre has always seen me. Through the fog of who I pretend to be and who I desire to be, I’ve been lost, hidden in the shadow of the pressure I’ve placed on myself. But he always knew.

How could I ever feel alone under his watchful gaze?

There’s a natural shift. His fingers dig in harder, pulling at my hair. There’s so much pressure. But it’s all good, all welcome as I spread my legs wider.

It’s so . . . easy. The pleasure mounts so fast.

The shock of my orgasm is so intense that I claw my fingers into his back. He holds me while he rubs the back of my head.

He cocks his head to the side. “I need you to do that again because I want to watch.”

Dacre rams into me. I grab his hand again. Now I see how steady he is and how much I need that stability.

I get it now. Once I find a position that works, I let go of all other senses. I need to come again. I need him to come, too.

“Such a good girl, Em. You’re so perfect for me. Do you know that?”

Oh, that’s new, too. I want more of that.

“Does it have to end?” I’m so close that I can’t hold on to my resolve any longer.

He chuckles. “We have a lot of time. I want you to feel better.”

Dacre grips the headboard, slowing his movements, while the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. Placing a hand on my thigh, he spreads my legs open wider.

My orgasm bursts, and he tenses. A soft moan leaps from his throat, and my head tips back while relief floods over me and warmth spreads in my abdomen.

It soothes all the pain lingering in my body and the urge is finally gone.

I pull his hand to my chest, and he never lets go. After a few minutes, I feel the gentle rub of his thumb. He’s right. There’s nothing that can keep us apart now.

“Feel better?” He removes his mask, and I feel his gentle kiss on my cheek.

“So much better.”

Chapter Forty

Dacre

The rain has stopped. There’s a faint trickle on the skylight.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand in a steady buzz, stopping, then starting again. I leave it. Instead, I run my hands through her hair while she rests next to me. Her heartbeat is a steady thrum, and her scent has returned to the beautiful sweetness I’ve come to love.

What will tomorrow bring?