Page 144 of Symphony for Lies

She looked at me with hazy, lust-glazed eyes, and her lips parted.

I was hers. Completely fucking owned.

I kissed her cheek and jaw, memorizing every little shift in expression, breath, and moan.

She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tensed beneath me, in the way her walls fluttered around my dick, in the way her breath hitched between gasps.

Pleasure surged through me uncontrollably.

I fucked into her harder, faster, pushing her to the edge, dragging her over it with me.

Her voice broke as she shattered beneath me, screaming my name.

And fuck, I lost it when her eyes rolled back.

Pure ecstasy crashed through my veins, stealing every rational thought I had left.

I blasted inside her, kissing and groaning against her damp skin, whispering her name like a vow.

I stayed in deep, holding her body, refusing to let her go.

Not ever.

I held her against my chest, pressing slow, reverent kisses to her cheek, forehead, and swollen lips.

Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her flushed skin damp with sweat.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

A sleepy, satisfied smile curled on her lips.“And once again, we did things out of order.”

I stilled.

And then laughed.

A real, deep fucking full laugh.

The first one in One hundred and twenty-two days, seven damn hours, forty-one minutes, and eighteen endless seconds.

“Baby, forget whatever order you’re talking about.” I kissed her, slow and deep, my fingers threading through her hair.“You’re mine. Forever.”

“Zane, when are you going to talk to your mother?”

I leaned back in my office chair, bored out of my mind, while my father paced the room, running a frustrated hand through his graying hair.

“When I’m ready.” I shrugged, barely glancing at the stack of documents on my desk.

My thoughts were elsewhere, exactly where they always were. On her.

Just hours before, Amelia had been tangled in my embrace, her body warm against mine, her lips curling into the sweetest, sleepy smile. And later, in the bathroom—

“Zane!”

The sharp slap of my father’s palm snapped me back to the present.

“I know your mother made a mistake, but you know she only wanted what was best for you.”

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