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I giggled as he growled lowly, latching onto my breasts, sucking and grazing my nipples with his teeth, leaving marks behind.

I moaned loudly again, sinking into the soft sheets as he parted my legs and thrust himself inside me.

My walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper as he groaned, taking deep breaths before thrusting again. The rapid intensity of each thrust drove me wild with sensation.

His mouth worked wonders on my neck and breasts while his hands gripped my hips, pushing deeper inside me and hitting every pleasurable spot. Tears welled in my eyes, and sweat glistened on both our bodies.

My nails dug into his back, and my touch heightened his pleasure, mirroring the ecstasy I felt from his mouth on me.

We were enveloped in the intoxicating taste of desire as his rapid thrusts sent shivers through me, making me moan loudly as I reached my high.

“Ahhh... Ro... don’t stop..."

His powerful thrusts intensified, and I felt myself unraveling, biting down on his shoulder as I screamed. He growled my name, filling me with his cum.

“Amery... Fuck... Sweetheart...”

He collapsed, burying his face between my breasts, nuzzling as I closed my eyes, smiling.

“How did I survive a year of celibacy? I missed being with you,” he whispered in my ear, playfully biting my earlobe while my sensitive buds brushed against his chest, stirring him back to life.

He slowly withdrew, and just when I thought he was finished, I was completely mistaken.

He thrust his full length back inside me, sending a pleasurable jolt down my spine. I grasped his biceps, but he took my hands away, intertwining our fingers and lifting them above my head. His muscles flexed with each thrust, and I closed my eyes, savoring the intimacy.

My hair clung to my face as his hot breath warmed my skin, and his tongue swept across my cheeks, clearing away the stray strands.

His fast, rough thrusts made me moan uncontrollably as I reached another mind-blowing climax.

Before long, he came, showering kisses on my face, then on my lips and forehead, whispering in my ear, “I love you, my gorgeous wife. Merry Christmas."

Chapter Twenty Eight

Six years later

The soft sound of giggles mixed with the occasional forced sob and hiccup was my new normal.

As I got closer to the room, my smile grew wider. It had been a tough day at the studio, but I made it through.

“Mrs. Rowan,” I called out, noticing her frowning at our son, who was getting his clothes changed for our outing, and then it was our daughter’s turn.

“Welcome back… Whoa! Luna! Stop running!” she yelled as our daughter dashed toward me. I scooped her up, tossing her in the air and catching her, her laughter filling the room.

I showered her face with kisses, rubbing my stubble against her cheeks. With every giggle, my heart swelled even more.

I absolutely adore my family.

I walked over to Amery with Luna perched on my hip and gave her a deep kiss. She looked stunning in her yellow summer dress.

“We need to hurry. You know I can’t stand eating in crowded places,” she said, smiling as she picked up Jay, and I followed her out of the house.

The diner was just a short walk away. Luna was skipping along while I pushed the stroller with our baby boy inside.

As soon as we stepped into the new diner, the delicious aroma of freshly grilled burgers and fries hit us. This morning, we had quite the debate about what to eat, and then Luna hopped onto my lap, insisting on fries and burgers for dinner.

“Yummy,” Amery chuckled softly, watching Luna’s eyes light up with joy as she noticed the colorful booths and the classic jukebox in the corner.

Jay, all snug in his stroller, cooed with delight at the lively atmosphere.

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