Page 193 of Deadly Sweet

She pauses a few times to take a deep breath and collect herself before continuing.

By the time she’s done, there are tears in her eyes, running down her cheeks. Placing the book on the bed beside her, she turns onto her side and lowers herself onto the bed until she’s face-to-face with me.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “For sharing that with me.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I brush the tears from her eyes. “I’ll share everything with you, Savannah. My heart, my soul. My life. It’s all yours.”

“I’m sorry,” she rasps. “I’m sorry for not remembering. I hate it. I want to. I do. Not just for you. But for me.”

“I don’t want you to be upset. If you ever need a reminder, I’ll tell you stories. Want to watch videos, look at photos? I have millions of those.”

“You do?” Her eyes light up. “I’d love to see them.”

“You might not be able to remember, but I do. And I won’t let those memories die. I’ll keep them alive for the both of us,” I whisper, my voice shaking as I struggle to keep it together.

“Thank you,” she repeats.

“For what?” I whisper.

“For never giving up on me. I will never stop thanking you. You will never understand how much it means to me that you fought so hard for me,” her voice breaks. “For years, I thought no one cared. I know now everything my dad did, and I know what he lost. But down there, I didn’t. I thought that I was going to die alone in that cell, and no one would remember who I was. That I was so unimportant that I wouldn’t have left an impression on the world.”

I roll over until my body blankets hers. She looks up at me with her big blue eyes. “That couldn’t have been further from the truth,” I murmur against her lips. “You left a big impression on a lot of people, Savannah. The biggest one of all was with me. You might have been someone to others, but you were everything to me. I need you to know this, and I mean it with every ounce of my soul. If I never found you, even if you never came back to me, I would have spent the rest of my life looking. And when I died, it would have been with you consuming my heart and soul. There was no option to move on, to find someone else. Because the moment I locked eyes with you the first day we met, before I even knew who we were destined to be for one another, you were it for me. Nothing else could ever compare or compete. It’s always been you, it will always be you.”

My breathing is labored, my heart is at risk of bursting out of my chest, and my body shakes with the confession I’ve been holding in for so long. But every word was the truth.

“Alpha,” she sobs, tears spilling from her eyes. “I need you.”

“I’ve got you, Sweet Girl.”

My lips crash down onto hers. The kiss is unlike any of the others we shared before.

It’s like she wraps around my very essence, feeding me everything I need to keep breathing.

We’re both crying, our salty tears coating our lips, but it only makes us deepen the kiss.

We grab at one another, pulling at clothes until we’re both naked, pressed against each other.

Savannah opens her legs as she claws at my back. I know what she wants, and I don’t make her wait for it.

Lining my cock up with her slick soaked entrance, I slide inside her. We moan into the kiss, but don’t dare break our lips apart.

I make love to my Omega. It’s slow, deep, and so much more powerful than anything I’ve felt before.

When we bit one another, I could feel our souls connecting, but right now, it’s like they’re entangling together, molding into one.

“I love you,” I pant. “I love you so fucking much. Thank you.” I thrust inside her, loving the way her eyes roll back. “Thank you for loving me back, for picking me.”

“I love you, Jake,” she sobs out, and I groan, shuddering with pleasure as she digs her nails into my back. “Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I’ll always pick you. Every time.”

The growl that leaves me is low and possessive.

Locking eyes with the woman who’s the very reason I live and breathe, I thrust into her a little faster, going harder.

The sounds she makes are music to my ears, and I engrave every single one to memory.

I’ll never get enough of her. Her touch, her taste, her scent.

She’s like the sweetest drug, and I’m unashamedly an addict.

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