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“Fully aware of that, Xave. I was there.”

“That bastard was a clean kill because I let my temper get the better of me. I’m fully willing and capable of carrying out the grisliest torture and death you can imagine, then coming home to you and sleeping like a baby. I’m a monster. But I’m your monster.”

She reached up and stroked my beard, threading her fingers through the crisp strands. “It feels good to have the monster on my side for once.”

Yep. I was done. With a defeated groan, I kissed her again. I guided my cock to her entrance before covering her fully and sinking in one slow inch at a time.

Tillie gasped beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed and her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely. She was so tight, so perfect around me I had to pause, breathing hard against her neck to keep from losing control entirely. I stilled, giving her time to adjust, my forehead pressed against hers as we both breathed heavily.

“You okay?” I managed to rasp out, though speaking was nearly impossible with how good she felt wrapped around my cock.

Her legs came up to my waist, pulling me deeper. “More than okay,” she whispered. “You feel… God, Xavier! You feel incredible.”

I started to move then, slow and careful at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there was only pleasure there, her lips parted as soft moans escaped with each thrust. Her nails dug into my shoulders with sharp little stings, and I knew I was going to wear those marks like badges of honor.

“Faster,” she pleaded, her hips rising to meet mine. “Please, I need more.”

I obliged, picking up the pace, driving into her with steady strokes that had her crying out. The sound of my name on her lips was better than any drug, and I found myself chasing that high, wanting to hear it again and again.

“So Goddamned fuckin’ perfect.” I breathed my words against her neck before latching on and sucking gently, leaving my mark on her for all to see.

I growled low in my throat as she tightened around me, her inner walls gripping my cock like a silken vise. My rhythm faltered as I fought for control, determined to make this last.

“That’s it,” I encouraged as her body arched beneath mine. “Take what you need, baby. Do it now!”

She moved with me now, finding our rhythm, her hips rising to meet each thrust, clutching at my back and shoulders.

“Xavier,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

I slipped a hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb. The moment I touched her there, she cried out, her body going rigid beneath me.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly. “Want to see your eyes when you come.”

Her gaze locked with mine, vulnerable and trusting in a way that made my chest ache. As I circled her clit, her eyes widened, and I watched as pleasure overtook her. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted on a silent scream, and then she was convulsing around me, her pussy clenching around me and I knew that was it. I came as Tillie’s pussy squeezed and milked my cock, demanding I put my cum inside her despite the condom.

Tillie didn’t look away from me. She kept her gaze focused on mine just like I’d told her. The connection between us was electric, raw and primal, yet somehow more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced. And it wasn’t just this one time. In my heart, I’d known the night I killed her husband she was the woman for me. Sex with her only reinforced the notion.

For several long moments, we lay tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing, our bodies still connected. I pressed soft kisses to her neck, her cheek, her forehead, unable to stop touching her now that I finally could.

“I can’t believe you stayed in prison for me,” Tillie whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

I carefully rolled to my side, taking her with me so we remained face to face. “Best decision I ever made. Got to know you. The real you.”

“But all those months…” Her voice trailed off, and I could see her struggling to comprehend the sacrifice.

“Worth every second,” I said firmly. “I’d do it again if it meant it got me to where I’m at right now.” When she opened her mouth, I leaned in to kiss her before continuing. “I don’t mean sex either, baby. Though…” I grinned down at her as I brushed a strand of hair clinging to her cheek. “I’m definitely glad I got there too. But I mean where we are in our relationship with each other. I think, even without the sex, we built a good foundation, becoming friends first.”

Tillie’s eyes filled with tears, but they were different from before. These were the kind that came from something good, something overwhelming in the best possible way.

I couldn’t help kissing away the offending moisture before finding her mouth with mine for another lingering kiss. There was nothing I wanted more than to lie here and hold her until she came down softly, but I had to get cleaned up. “I should probably get rid of this,” I said, gesturing to the condom. “Be right back.” I stood but stopped and turned back to her. “Don’t go anywhere. Understand?” I tried to put a stern note in my voice, but Tillie grinned at me.

“Afraid I’ll leave without saying goodbye?”

“Yes.” I gave her a solemn look, then frowned. “I don’t like that thought.” Absently, I rubbed the center of my chest before turning back to the bathroom.

As I shut the door, I heard Tillie speak to me softly. “As long as you want me, Xavier, I’ll never leave you. Especially without saying goodbye.”

I grinned at her, but I was disturbed at the instant relief. Yeah. This whole finding my woman thing had more twists and turns than I ever expected. Especially where my emotions were concerned. The need to keep her close, to protect her from everything, was overriding everything in my life.

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