Page 112 of Love Me

I peruse her body as if it could tell me what’s wrong.

“It’s endometriosis. When not on the pill, the pain is debilitating.”

I wrap my arms around her, her back pressed to my chest.

“I don’t remember.”

“Yes, well, it started soon after…”

I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. “I had to make the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” I confess.

“And that’s the problem with us, Kaden. Not even I can stop you from protecting me, and I can’t have that.”

“That doesn’t mean I haven’t learned my lesson. I shouldn’t have taken the decision away from you in the first place, but you weren’t there.” I breathe through the havoc those memories wreck in my head. “After three days of physical and mental torture, my head and body were a mess. And I had one goal, to keep you from experiencing that…”

“But what if we would have made it through?”

“Are you sure? How about when they would have broken us up and forced me to be with Abigail?”

The reminder is enough because she remains silent. She goes to the walk-in closet and returns wearing another one of my shirts.

“My shirt, huh?”

“A problem, husband?” she asks, a playful tone coloring her voice.

“Nope. It turns me on, wife. I love you in my clothes.”

“I can see that.”

She drags her lower lip through her teeth and points at my dick that’s making a tent behind my towel. Well, we have a lot to make up for.

“Here’s another vow. I will put a baby in you.”

A beam takes over her features. I’d do everything to put that radiant expression on her face again and fucking again.

I prowl to her, and she squeals when I lift her and throw her on the bed.

I want her to be like this always —dreamy and eager for me. She spreads her legs, teasing me as she drags a finger up her belly, lifting the shirt to expose her creamy skin.

Yanking my towel off, I climb between her legs. She lifts her gaze to the sky: a black and golden sparkly canvas.

“It’s beautiful, Kaden.”

“Not more than you. Everything I have envisioned, have dreamed of, has always had you in it. I would have waited a hundred years to spend even one more day with you.”

I enter her, and her perfect mouth creates a mesmerizing O. Her palms land on my chest and between kisses, she says, “It’s the same for me.”

Fingers interlaced, we make love, hearts synchronizing to our own unique beat.

And when we come again, I crash next to her, spent and satisfied. But I know it’s not for long. Nothing could quench my need for her.

My cheek rests on my palm as I gaze at her while she props on her side. A bright smile tugs at the corners of her lips, illuminating my world.

“I’m glad you came for me.”

“You and me, Celine, it’s Fate.”

I stroke her hair, and she caresses my thigh. Peacefulness envelops me, and my throat rumbles with a satisfied sound. I could die a happy man right now, but I am fucking selfish, wanting more of these moments.

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