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I roll over, pressing my weight on top of her, and hike her thigh to my hip, lining my cock squarely against the center of her slippery pussy. I smile. "Are you ready?"

She groans. "For the love of everything, Quentin, please just fuck me."

I slide against her with another grin. "'Fucking' doesn't describe the depth of what I want to do to you, honey. But sure, let's start there."

I slam into her. She gasps, and so do I, holding her there so she can adjust.

And so that I can too.

Because I've never felt heaven until now. I kiss her mouth, and Carmina opens up, letting me in. My pace picks up, my hips moving as I swirl into Carmina's soft body, finding a rhythm that matches the beating of my heart.

I discover a tempo. Tender and rough, all at once.

It's a combination of both that only the two of us can understand. This tug of war between love and hate, desire and rejection makes our relationship—even our fucking—a beautiful mess I enjoy making as Carmina unravels in my hands.

We may never agree on everything, but when our bodies are entwined, the world disappears, and it's just us.

We've created our own universe inside these four walls—a world of passion and longing, of pushing and pulling, of give and take.

My hips swing harder as Carmina's nails dig into my back. The kiss between us turns hungry, frantic—a desperate plea for more.

With every hard thrust inside her, every swivel, every swing, this beautifully guarded woman lets me in a little more. Until her body is fully open. Her heart. Her mind.

She whimpers my name, breaking out of our heated kiss. "Quentin..."

"I know, baby. I know." My words rumble between us. "Fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing me just like that."

She responds with moans and whimpers, her body arching to meet mine in perfect harmony.

"Come for me, honey," I grit out. And she does, her moans turning to cries as she climaxes, her pussy gripping the length of me. I follow shortly after, unable to stop myself from meeting her at the peak and falling over the edge of ecstasy with her.

The bedroom practically pulsates with pleasure, a symphony of heavy breathing and soft moans that melts away into a puddle of slick heat.

I can barely move, barely breathe. My body is not my own. It's too entangled with Carmina's, too entrapped in the seduction of her brown eyes, as she looks at me—those dark depths full of fire.

She says nothing, and neither do I.

For the first time since we’ve met, we have no words. Not fighting or flirting.

Only this.

The knowledge that neither one of us will ever be the same.

The rest of the world can keep spinning madly on its axis. As for us...

I sink back onto the mattress and take Carmina with me, her head on my chest, my heart in her hands.

Chapter Twenty-Five

CARMINA

Waking up in Quentin's arms feels like being cocooned in a world where it's always spring.

With Danity's reading later tonight, I should be focused on work. And with Jenny's bachelorette party this weekend, I should be planning and organizing.

But right now, all I want to do is stay here, in this hotel bed, with Quentin and focus on him—a luxury I've never allowed myself before.

I trace the lines on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my fingertips. As sunlight dances across his toned muscles, I realize that shoulders have now become my new favorite thing.

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