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The pleasure was intense, each thrust sending shocks of delight through my body.

I could feel his desire, his need, matching my own as our bodies moved in perfect rhythm. His cock twitched within me, and I knew he was close again.

“I’m not going to last long,” he panted, his voice hoarse. “Not with you feeling so damn good.”

I smiled, a wicked gleam in my eye as I looked at him through the reflection in the window. “I want you to cum inside me,” I said, my voice full of longing. “Breed me, Danny. Fill my ass with your seed.”

“Fuck!” Danny roared, all pretenses gone as he grabbed my hips and pumped furiously into my ass. Holding on for dear life, I lost myself in the feel of him as he thrust his cock deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body while my cock pulsed in anticipation.

Danny’s words sent a thrill through me and I knew I was his, body and soul. His hand gripped my hips with urgency now, as his cock pounded into me with relentless force. I could feel his passion, his need to claim me, and it only fueled my desire. My body moved with his, our skin slick with sweat, our breaths coming in sharp gasps. The moonlight bathed us in a soft glow, highlighting the contours of our entwined forms.

With each thrust, I felt myself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity. Danny’s hands moved up my chest, his fingers brushing my nipples, sending sparks through my body. I could feel his heart racing against my back, his breath hot on my neck.

His cock twitched within me, and I knew he was close. I wanted to feel him explode, to have him mark me as his own. As if reading my mind, Danny growled, “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna fill you up.” His words sent me over the edge and I cried out as my release washed over me. My body shook with the force of it, my cock pulsing in his hand. Danny followed, his thrusts becoming erratic as he surrendered to the pleasure. I could feel his hot seed spilling into me, our cries of ecstasy mingling in the night air.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dante

Sunlight, pale and watery, barely touched the rumpled sheets beside me. Danny’s chest rose and fell in a slow, even rhythm as I slid out of bed, the mattress sighing in a soft protest. For the first time in ages, my bones felt unburdened and there was a lightness in my chest that surprised me. It was as if months of suffocating anxiety had finally exhaled.

Tiptoeing—the worn wooden floorboards creaking a familiar lullaby—I reached the bathroom. The cool ceramic of the sink was a welcome shock against my skin. The shower spray, a scalding torrent, washed away the residue of sleepless nights.

Downstairs, the kitchen hummed a quiet morning song. The scent of coffee, sharp and bitter, battled with the sweetness of frying bacon. I poured a mug for Danny—the man was a caffeine addict, if ever there was one—and scrambled eggs for myself.

The lingering warmth of last night clung to me. The memory of his hand in mine, the hesitant touch that blossomed into something fierce and undeniable. The way his eyes had found mine, the silent language spoken across the chasm of unspoken hurts. All the fear and doubt dissolved into the shimmering heat of that moment, leaving a clarity as bright as the dawn breaking outside the window.

A heavythud, thud, thudechoed down the stairs.

The familiar sound of Danny’s approach. He shuffled into the kitchen, eyes still blurry, and a low groan escaped his lips. “Coffee,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Before he could reach the pot, he was in front of me. His hands cupped my face, his kiss a searing brand, a potent mixture of apology and ferocious need, a silent proclamation of everything we had overcome. My world tilted on its axis, then settled, perfectly aligned.

“What time is Haizley supposed to be here?” Danny asked as he poured his third cup of coffee.

“Soon,” I replied, clearing my plate, putting it in the sink.

“When was the last time you checked in with Dr. Jefferson?”

“It’s been a while,” I regrettably admitted. “I’ve been preoccupied with you.”

“I need to find her. She has our daughter.”

“I know,” I muttered, retaking my seat. Just thinking about Danika out there worried me. I missed our little girl and wanted her home where she belonged, but I also knew Danny wasn’t ready. He still needed to get his head straight.

“Can’t do my job unless I have a computer, Dante. You know that.”

“I know.” I sighed. “But Danika is safe. You said she would be, right?”

Danny nodded. “Yeah. I investigated the woman extensively, but with everything going on, I want to be sure she’s safe. Did you give her the documents?”

“Yes, and I told her exactly what you told me to say.”

Reaching across the table, Danny took my hands. “Dante, I’m better now. I need a computer.”

The sounds of gravel crunching in the driveway told me that Haizley had arrived.

Getting up, Danny and I went to the door to greet the woman when Danny cursed. “What the fuck happened to your face?”

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