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"Zane!" He remains silent as he climbs my body, capturing my pleas with his mouth, and a groan vibrates low in his throat.

He lines his cock at my entrance, locking his eyes on mine, his chest rising and falling as he takes in a ragged breath. Every inch of him disappears, filling me as he slowly pushes inside me. I feel the warmth from his hands as they rest beside my face. Then he lowers his forehead until it's touching mine. His golden eyes penetrate me with such intensity that it feels like nothing in the universe exists other than me and him.

As his lips brush against mine, I feel the heat of his breath as he begins to speak, "Sweetheart, I'm…" But before he can say another word, I bite down on his lower lip. Not wanting anything to ruin this moment, I take control, silencing him, knowingnothing he can say will ease the ache in my chest or piece together the shattered fragments of my heart.

Gripping my thigh, he lifts my leg higher around his waist, desperate to drive himself as deep inside me as possible.

He moves slowly. I'm used to having him roughly fuck me, but this is something completely different, yet it's just as powerful, if not more so, for reasons I can't bear to think about.

His gaze never leaves mine, even as his fight for control weakens and his thrusts quicken.

"Don't stop. I'm so close."

"Don't you dare come, Tessa," he growls out.

"Please, I need to." I moan against his lips as his thrusts slow once more. He lowers his hand between our bodies, massaging my clit in slow, torturous circles, leaving my body feeling weak beneath him.

"You wanted me to feel something, Tessa. Well, this is it. This is what it looks like when I try to hold onto what's mine for as long as I can."Thrust. "Your screams, your orgasm, and this perfect little cunt all belong to me, and I'm not ready to lose them yet."Thrust. "So don't come, not yet. Stay with me right here, just for a little longer."Thrust.

Our lips collide, and a flood of emotions rushes through me, reminding me of every kiss we've ever shared. Tears well up in my eyes as I allow myself to lose myself in those memories, knowing that's all they'll ever be after tonight.

Pulling back with his elbows resting by my face, his lips linger just above mine. He increases his pace and fucks me mercilessly, stealing my breath as he slams into my pussy, forever ruining me for any other man.

"Give it up, sweetheart. Give me you."

Pleasure erupts from the deepest parts of my body, and I convulse with the orgasm I've been chasing since the second Zane climbed into the bed. He watches me unravel beneath himand, three thrusts later, growls out his release, claiming me for the last time.

He cradles my body, and our moans echo throughout the room. My body quivers beneath him, and his lips lower to mine, kissing me so deeply that I struggle for air, and I know I've just lost a piece of myself to him forever.

His lips eventually part from mine, our faces still only inches apart as we try to catch our breaths.

"I almost had you, didn't I?" My voice trembles as the words I wish I'd kept locked inside leave me.

He nods as he kisses my forehead. "That 'almost' will haunt me for the rest of my life, Tessa."

He stands up without saying another word, allowing me to watch his muscles ripple under the moonlight, which has started to give way to the sunrise. He turns to look at me before opening the door. "Close your eyes, sweetheart," he whispers. "Don't watch me walk away from you." I shut my eyes tightly, and a tear slips down my cheek, falling onto his pillowcase as he leaves me alone in his bed, closing the door behind him.

I can’t sleep, not after that. I lie in bed wide awake for a while, staring up at the ceiling, and I know I need to leave before Zane wakes up. I can’t bear saying goodbye to him, not when the feelings are this raw. I won’t do it.

I can't do it.

Chapter 40

Zane

Iwatch my sister as she sleeps in her favorite pajamas, her now-tiny frame engulfed in a mix of pink and blue with white clouds. She told me once that she believes it's what heaven will look like—like a cotton candy sky. As I sit beside her, I can't help but focus on the gentle rise and fall of her chest, hoping with everything I have inside me that each one she takes won't be her last because I'm not ready to say goodbye. I'll never be ready. I'm trying my hardest to be strong for her, but inside, I'm falling apart. I'm almost entirely broken. I feel like I'm suffocating as I try to face the reality that these last few days with her are all we have left. Soon, she'll be gone, and I'll be left alone in a world without her.

She sleeps more than she's awake now. However, those times when her beautiful eyes flutter open—golden orbs that reflect mine exactly—are the most precious moments of my life. I cherish every second of her being awake. Time with her isslipping away too fast, so every moment with her is a gift that will soon be snatched away.

I've been sitting beside her for hours when I suddenly hear a faint noise escape her lips. I immediately stand up, leaning over her, so I don't miss a single word that leaves her.

She's frail now, a mere shadow of her former self. Gone is the long chocolate-colored hair that framed her face, now replaced by a pale pink head scarf. Gone is the abnormally strong girl who used to kick my ass when I'd flirt with her friends. Now, she can just about say a few words before she tires and feels too weak to continue. But despite this, I still see Kimberley, the girl I spent my whole life growing up with, the girl I shared everything with—every milestone, every laugh, every tear: my twin sister, best friend, and the other half of me.

Kim starts coughing, so I lean in closer and gently stroke her face, letting her know I'm right here with her. "Zane," she whispers, her voice so quiet now.

"Hey," I answer softly, trying to remain calm and reassuring for her.

"You're sad."

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