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Our mouths collide, and it’s a clash of pain and hunger and raw, aching relief. We devour each other, like we’re trying to consume all the hurt between us and replace it with nothing but heat and hope and forgiveness.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, kissing her so hard she gasps, but I don’t let up. She presses herself against me, and the feel of her body, so perfect and soft, is enough to make my heart lurch in my chest.

She needs this. Needs the connection, the reassurance that this is real. That we’re real. And I’ll give her whatever the fuck she needs. Always.

I grip her hair and tilt her head back, angling her mouth for a deeper kiss. Her fingers twist in my shirt, clinging, pulling. She’s so hungry. So desperate. It breaks my fucking heart, knowing how much pain I put her through.

I pull back a little, pressing kisses down her jaw and throat. “Let me worship you, angel,” I breathe. “I’ll show you exactly how much I love you. How much I want you. Just let me take care of you.”

She nods, and relief washes over me.

My angel still wants me, after everything I’ve done. And now it’s time for me to claim her properly, with no secrets lingering between us.

Chapter Nine

Dante

We’re on the bed a moment later, tangled up in each other, clothes ripping, breaths coming short and fast.

There’s no finesse, no slow seduction. It’s messy and needy and almost violent. Our kisses are deep and bruising.

She claws at me, moans into my mouth, writhes beneath me.

“Tell me,” she breathes. “Tell me again.”

“I love you,” I rasp, kissing down her throat. “Only you, Avery. Fuck. Always you.”

My hands find the buttons on her shirt and I tear them open, baring the lacy bra underneath. The sight of her breasts makes my cock surge, and a low groan slips from my lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl. “Every inch of you.”

She shivers, and I slip her bra down, baring her breasts. They’re gorgeous, round and flushed, the rosy pink tips already hard. I take one nipple in my mouth and suck, and the sound that falls from her lips makes my entire body burn.

Fuck.

I bite down gently, and her back arches.

“Oh god,” she whimpers.

I release her breast and kiss my way down her soft belly, dragging her skirt and panties off in one tug. The sight of her naked on the bed makes my pulse spike. She’s so goddamn perfect. It’s like every curve was sculpted by the gods themselves, just for me.

I strip my own clothes away, and she reaches for me. Her touch is so gentle, so careful. It feels like absolution.

I’m going to prove how much I love her. With my tongue. With my hands. With every single cell in my body.

I spread her legs, my breath catching when I see the pink folds of her pussy glistening in the lamplight. She’s dripping wet. The sight is so fucking gorgeous that my cock throbs painfully.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, dropping my head.

I kiss along her inner thigh, my lips tracing the delicate silver lines mapped out on her skin like I’m memorizing them. Her breath catches. She’s trembling, but I know it’s not fear this time. It’s pure, undiluted need.

“Please,” she whispers, arching toward me.

She doesn’t have to beg.

I swipe my tongue over her wet slit, and her taste floods my mouth. Sweet and warm. Addictive. I drag the flat of my tongue through her folds again, savoring every moan, every sigh, every twitch of her hips.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Oh god...”

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