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That’s all he needs.

He starts to move, slow at first, grinding deep with each thrust, like he’s savoring every second. Like he’s mapping my body all over again, memorizing the places that make me whimper, moan,scream.

Our bodies move together, frantic, and clumsy, and perfect.

Tears streak down my cheeks, not from pain, but from the overwhelming, suffocating love I feel for him.

He kisses them away, murmuring words I can't even process because all I can feel ishim.

Inside me.

Around me.

Everywhere.

When I shatter, it's not just an orgasm.

It’s a collapse.

A surrender.

A breaking and a rebuilding all at once.

Rygaard follows seconds later, cursing against my mouth, driving so deep I swear I feel him in my chest, pulsing hot and thick inside me.

We cling to each other through the aftershocks, trembling, gasping, utterly wrecked.

And when it’s over, when the world finally stops spinning, he doesn't let me go. He wraps me up in his arms like I'm something precious, something worth protecting.

Something worth keeping.

"I love you, Presley," he whispers into my hair, voice hoarse, and cracked, andreal."I always have. I always will."

Tears slip down my cheeks again, but this time, they’re happy. "I love you, too, Ry," I breathe.

"And this time... I’m not letting go." He pulls back just enough to kiss me, slow, deep, claiming.

A promise sealed in sweat and tears, and the kind of love that never fucking dies.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Rygaard

I could hardly move a muscle after the fuck session we had last night. I let her sleep for about an hour before waking her up with my tongue between her legs.

She tasted even better after all these years we spent apart. I couldn’t get enough of her. Tasting her, savoring her, she was my drug, and I was a happy addict.

The way the sheet clung to her perfect breasts and hugged her pussy tight had me cursing. That should be me, not the fucking sheet.

Fuck, I’m getting hard again just looking at her, thinking about all the ways she took me, how her body craved everything I gave her.

Made me think: Christian Grey’s Red Room had nothing on my Dark Room, no toys necessary. Just me, my girl, and the fire between us. She stayed ready for the heat I brought.

"I can feel you staring at me, Ry Ry," she said, yawning as she turned over.

With a tug of the sheet, it caught on her foot and slid down, revealing a succulent breast I could never get enough of."Princess," I rasp.

"Hmm?"

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