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“Angelo, more.”

I pull back, just enough to push my sweats down. My cock is hard, thick, the head flushed and leaking. Her eyes drop to it and widen, just like the first time.

But this time, there’s no hesitation.

Just hunger.

I reach for the nightstand.

“No,” she says, breathless.

I still. “Scarlet…”

“I’m on the shot,” she whispers. “And I don’t want anything between us.”

My jaw tightens.

Fuck.

I nod once, but inside, I’m burning.

Shewantsme.

Not as the man who broke her, but as the man she knows now.

I line myself up, press the head of my cock to her entrance. She’s so warm, so wet—I could come before I even get inside.

But I don’t.

Because I need to feel every second of this. I need to remember it.Remember her.

And when I slide into her…Dio.

Slow. Inch by inch.

Every second aches.

This isn’t just pleasure.

It’s penance.

Redemption.

My eyes squeeze shut as her body stretches to take me, and I grit my teeth against the overwhelming need to lose control. She’s tight, clenching around me like she never forgot, like she never stopped being mine.

“Fuck, Scarlet—” I rasp. “You feel like home.”

She moans, her legs locking around my waist. “More. I want more.”

And I give it to her.

Not just my body. Not just thrusts and rhythm.

I give her everything.

Everything I’ve kept locked behind regret and silence.

Every dream.

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