Then another.
I swallowed, my pulse kicking up when he gave me that look. The one that always turned something hot and weak inside me.
“No take-backs, right?” he said softly, reciting the promise we made to each other at the altar.
And as always, I answered, “Forever us.”
Then he dropped our hands and crashed his mouth into mine.
I sighed against his lips, my body betraying me as he backed me into the wall closest to our front door.
He parted my lips, slid his tongue inside, and I melted.
One strong hand gripped my ass, the other lifting me effortlessly, holding me against him as he moaned into my mouth.
I always unraveled when he touched me.
Always softened under the weight of his body.
The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach tighten.
I giggled against his lips. “Don’t you wanna go upstairs and do this?”
Hassani hiked my pencil skirt up over my hips and eased my panties to the side.
“I can’t wait that long,” he admitted, voice thick with need.
Slowly, he let me slide down the wall, guiding me onto him.
I exhaled all the air out of me, clinging to his back as he filled me.
His thrusts were slow, intentional—each one long, deep. Balanced. Controlled.
He owned every inch of my body, moving inside me with a kind of patience that made me ache for more.
I let my weight fall into his arms, trusting that he had me.
“You’re the only woman I got eyes for, A. Boogie,” he said between groans, rolling his hips deeper. “The only woman I’ll ever come home to.”
His breath was hot on my lips as he rocked into me, slow and devastating.
“‘Cause you’ve been the only woman who’s ever felt like home to me. Ever.” His hands gripped me tighter, his next thrust hitting right there. “And you always will.”
I moaned against his mouth, wanting so badly for his words to be enough.
And for a moment…
They were.
I let them sink into my skin, deep inside me, just like him.
I let them warm me the way they always had.
But love alone isn’t always enough.
And I learned that the hard way.
CHAPTER 8