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you’ll ever know,” he said
again as he tormented me, skimming his length along my
folds.
    Desire pulsed, coiled in my stomach and shook
my legs. I whimpered, arching my back as I crushed my chest to
his.
    “I love you, Christian. Always. There is
nothing that could make me stop loving you. Nothing that could make
me stop needing you. You are my start and you are my finish, the
one who’s going to be there for everything in between.” The words
came as a solemn oath, my commitment to him.
    Christian was my forever.
    A pained smile edged his mouth as he held
himself in restraint, his voice hoarse. “I will never let you
go…never.”
    Heat sweltered between us, a fever of need
building to a boil within the confines of the blanket, our bodies
seeking, hunting for the other.
    Above my head, Christian rigidly held himself
up with his hand on the arm of the couch, the other digging deep
into the flesh of my hip. He clenched his jaw as just the tip of
his erection pressed into me.
    “Fuck,” he groaned, gritting his teeth. “It’s
been way to long.”
    I lifted my hips, taking more of him, but not
enough. My fingertips dug into his shoulders, biting into his skin,
imploring.
    Christian dropped to his forearms, his face an
inch from mine. “You,” he whispered as he drew back, retracting
what I had taken. Then he rocked into me with one solid
trust.
    My mouth dropped open with the overload of
sensation. It was something I would never get used to, the way
Christian felt when he filled me. As if I were complete. Whole. And
entirely desperate at the same time, because I would always want
more.
    “Shit,” he whispered, the word thick, heavy as
he held himself in check. Still, a satisfied smile spread across
that gorgeous mouth. “That is never going to get old.”
    Agreement rumbled as a hoarse groan at the
base of my throat.
    No, there wasn’t a chance. Christian’s touch
would forever be familiar, but never, ever would it be
routine.
    Christian pulled back and filled me again,
decisive and firm, though still conscious of the child, a
deliberate caution with each roll of his hips. This man…no…there
was no question that he was my all. He spun me up and turned me
inside out. Made me feel as if I was walking off a ledge in the
same second I felt most protected within the safety of his hold. I
wrapped my arms around him, buried my face in his chest as he
worked and strained over me, and I completely let go. The blanket
covered us, Christian’s body dancing with mine as the soft glow of
the fire crawled up the walls, wrapping us tight.
    Comfort surged, spun with the knot steadily
building in my core.
    Even though I could tell he was trying to hold
them in, harsh grunts kept rising and escaping his mouth. His heart
thundered and matched with the frantic beat of mine. Christian
pulled back and stared down at me, his blue eyes shining with
eternity.
    Then he smiled that smile that was only meant
for me.
    We were one.
    There was no greater joy than this. No greater
joy than being in his arms. The life I’d spent so many years
longing for had been found in the devotion of this man. A
connection that could never be severed, even in all those lonely,
isolated years we’d spent apart.
    “You are my life,” he murmured, his eyes
unwavering as they watched down on me. He grabbed my left arm that
was wrapped around his neck, brought it between us as he tenderly
kissed the ring that I wore proudly on my finger.
    I stared up at the man who possessed my heart,
the one who owned my spirit, and whispered, “And I’m going to give
you mine.”

 

     
    Present Day, Late
September
     
    Awareness surged into my consciousness. I
fought to hold onto the darkness, to press my eyes shut so I could
remain in the sanctuary of sleep. Reluctantly my eyes fluttered
open in the dense fabric of the pillow I had my face buried in. A
groggy haze clouded my senses, and my mind reeled as I struggled to
make sense of what it was that had jarred