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I wasn't sunlight. I wasn't salvation.
I was a fucking omen. A prophecy of the end of the world for him, both then and now.
And still, he pushes into me from behind, holding me like I'm something worth holding onto. Like I'm something worth keeping.
Like I'm home.
I broke him once.
And I'm going to break him again.
The only question is, will he survive it this time?
Or will I finally do the right thing and leave?
I clench around him as he sheathes himself inside me, locking my body around his, trying to burn this moment into my skin.
"I love you, Mads," he whispers.
The last fucking nail in the coffin.
My eyes squeeze shut. My breath catches in my throat.
Soon.
It will have to be soon.
I throw my head back, lost in the feeling of him. Of this. Of us.
Soon.
But not tonight.
Not tonight.
And maybe not tomorrow night.
Or the night after that.
And right now, in this moment, that's all that fucking matters.
Still, I press my hands into fists and dig my nails into my palms as hard as I can—the only bit of control I have left that's not tied up, spread open, and given over to him.
Domhn shifts, untangling my fists and weaving his fingers through mine. Locking every part of us together.
The way he swivels his hips now, the tip of his cock hits my G-spot with every single thrust, like he's ringing a goddamn bell.
And just like any good Pavlovian experiment, my body responds.
Every part of me that can clench—except my toes—locks down on him.
"We're stronger together," he says, his voice thick, gritted between his teeth. "You're going to be my wife. My partner. And I'll protect you."
More tears spill from my eyes. Thank god he's behind me.
I nod, blinking up at the ceiling as another orgasm rips through me, leaving me gasping for breath?—
Only for Donny's voice to come back, rough in my ear, his arm tightening around my waist.
