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"That's it," Riot encouraged, beginning to move in slow, shallow thrusts. "Take what feels good."

We found our rhythm together, his strokes deepening as my body opened for him. The sensation was unlike anything I'd imagined – the stretch and drag of him inside me, the weight of his body over mine, the way he watched my face with such intensity, learning what made me gasp and what made me moan.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his control visibly slipping as our pace increased. "So tight, so perfect."

His words sent heat spiraling through me, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. When he slipped a hand between us, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves above where we were joined, I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

"That's it," he urged, circling his thumb as his hips drove into me. "Come for me, Allure. Let me feel you."

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and then I was shattering, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My inner walls clenched around him, drawing a primal groan from deep in his chest.

"Fuck," he growled, his rhythm faltering as he drove into me once, twice more before finding his own release, his body shuddering above mine.

For long moments afterward, we lay tangled together, our breathing ragged, my heart racing beneath his. When he finally moved, it was only to shift his weight to the side, keeping me tucked against him as if he couldn't bear to let me go.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

I nodded, feeling tears prick my eyes again – not from pain or sadness, but from something overwhelming and beautiful that I didn't have words for yet.

"More than okay," I whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest, right over his heart.

In that moment, I felt reborn. Not because I'd given him my virginity, but because for the first time in my life, I'd given something precious freely, by choice. And in return, I'd been given something just as valuable – a memory of tenderness that no one could ever take away.

Chapter 35

RIOT

Her head was resting on my chest, our bodies tangled in sweat-slick sheets and silence. That quiet didn’t feel heavy though. It felt earned. Like we’d cracked something open between us and were letting the truth breathe.

The weight of her thigh draped across mine, her fingertips tracing lazy circles along the ridges of my stomach. She was still catching her breath, but there was a glow to her now—something soft and sure in the way she clung to me, in the way her body had opened, trusted, invited.

“You okay?” I asked again, quieter this time. My hand stroked up and down her back, slow and grounding.

“I’m more than okay,” she whispered, her voice barely there. “I feel… different. Like something inside me shifted. Like something I didn’t know I needed just clicked into place.”

I didn’t say anything right away. Just held her tighter, my lips pressing to the top of her head. I didn’t want to fuck this up with words. Didn’t want to overthink it or underplay it. I just wantedto stay in this moment a little longer, where everything felt clean and still.

Then she tilted her face up to mine, eyes full and glowing like moonlight on deep water.

“I love you,” she said.

No hesitation. No question in her tone. Just a fact, like she’d known it for a while and finally had the courage to say it out loud.

It hit me hard. Like something slid into place in my chest too.

“I love you, Allure,” I said back, voice hoarse and real.

And I meant that shit. Every syllable.

We stayed like that for another minute, just breathing each other in. Her skin was soft and warm under my hand. Her presence had settled something in me I didn’t know needed settling.

But then she shifted again. Lifted her head and looked at me with a different kind of weight behind her eyes.

“Can I ask you something?”

I nodded, even though I already had a feeling where this was going.

“Malia,” she said. “You never told me what really happened between you two.”

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