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Every ache.
Every promise I never got to say.
I thrust deeper, slow, grinding against the sweet spot I remember too well, and her gasp tells me she remembers it too. Her eyes snap open, locking on mine, and I kiss her like I’m claiming her soul.
“I dreamt of this,” I murmur, voice cracking.
“Me too,” she breathes. “Every night.”
I thrust harder.
Relentlessly.
Chasing the claim she’s always been mine.
Always been mine.
The bed rocks beneath us. Her breath comes in ragged little gasps as her pussy tightens around me, dragging me closer to the edge with every stroke.
My hand moves to her throat—light, asking. Her eyes lock on mine, and she nods.
“Words.”
“Yes,” she gasps out.
My fingers tighten slightly, just enough to feel her pulse against my palm andfuckif that feeling doesn’t steal every bit of air from my lungs.
That pulse.
Fluttering.
Forgiveness.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, thrusting harder now.
“Yours,” she cries, her voice wrecked and needy.
“Say it again,” I demand each thrust punctuating the words.
“I’m yours, Angelo.”
Her body convulses beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her like a wave. Her back arches, her head pressing back into the pillow, a cry tearing from her throat. Her pussy clenches, spasms around my cock, drawing me to the edge.
“Fuck,” I growl, slamming into her one last time before I break, coming deep, raw, shaking, my body giving out like it’s never known peace until this moment.
I empty everything into her. Five years of guilt, of silence, of aching.
It floods out of me in waves—
Not just release.
The absolutionof my sins.
We stay like that, locked, trembling, skin to skin—until the aftershocks fade and our breathing begins to steady.
My forehead rests against hers. My chest rises and falls against her breasts, slick with sweat, with need, with everything I was too afraid to say out loud.
I ease my hand from her throat, kiss the spot I left pink and perfect.
