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White light takes my vision. I buck so hard, groaning with the release, but he won’t stop. I won’t stop. Like a pleasure bomb that won’t end, lighting every nerve inside me, my orgasm detonates down my body, spilling over his hand jerking inside me.

“Fuck, Vale,” he sighs, “you’re squirting, baby. You’re squirting for me. Keep coming.”

Another spasm racks my spine before my sight returns. It finds Nash, and I moan, feeling my sex clench, wanting him. I can’t find my breath, my body shaking uncontrollably until he gently leaves my pussy empty, pulsing, dripping, and satisfied as warm, luscious quivers ripple through me.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, full of awe. “Oh my god, Nash, you made me come.”

The way he gazes down at me, everything we feel and fear, fills his loving eyes.He’s not a beast. Not with me.

I can’t help it. I start crying.

Happy tears.

CHAPTER TWELVE

NASH

Vale smileswith tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, and it breaks me open.

She’s so beautiful.

Stop time. I don’t want this moment to end. My urge to kiss her lips is so damn powerful, but I think I know why she doesn’t kiss on the lips. I think I killed him.

What I’m willing to do for Vale? What I feel for her?

I love it, and I hate it at the same time. I feel like a saint and a sinner.

Our days and nights at the hotel were the happiest and hardest I’ve ever spent because I knew what she survived, so I waited for her to make a move. She didn’t, neither did I, and it hurt like hell. When I heard her suffering over it like me again tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.

And here we are.

Me, feeling every emotion I shouldn’t for her, and her, cupping my cheek as she tenderly confesses, “I hate you.”

I nuzzle my nose against hers. “I hate you, too.”

The weight of it feels too intense for us. Like we can’t breathe because we don’t know what’s next, so I lift my dripping fingers to my mouth and taste her cum, making her grin before I smirk. “Your hatred is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

She laughs. “Liar.”

“I’ll deceive about some things,” I brush the back of my fingers over her cheek, “but never about this.” I press my glistening digits to her lips, and she obeys. Gently, she sucks as I promise her, “This is our truth, Vale. It has been since that night, and it always will be.”

I take my fingers out, and she asks, “You knew my secret all this time?”

“Oursecret.” I face her, our bodies wedged together.

“After that night and all through college,” she says, “I thought you hated me. Even recently, you acted like you did.”

“I hated that I wanted you. For that, I hated myself for a long time,” I confess, playing with her silky raven hair. “I felt like a horrible man. But please know, I always cared for you, but it wasn’t until you came back after your first month at college that I suddenly felt attracted to you.

“You’d grown so fast in so little time and weren’t a girl anymore. You were suddenly a woman, and it scared the hell out of me because I couldn’t fight it. Not that night. It was driving me insane, and I just needed some relief. I… I thought you were asleep.”

Her fingertip traces over the tiger inked on my pec. Now, it will remind me of her.

“I kind of always wanted you,” she confesses. “Like a crush teens get. It’s innocent and safe. I always felt safe with you. You were always so stern and protective, like you wanted to put a chastity belt on me.”

I laugh. “I did. I…”Careful, she can’t know this secret.“I wanted to protect you because I meant what I said; I’ll kill any man who hurts you.”

It’s so damn hard watching the trauma flash across her stunning eyes, and I can’t comfort her. I can’t confess that I know about her ex.

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