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“Please…I need…I can’t…”

“Told you I’ve got you. Told you I have everything you need.”

And my name became a chant, this woman who’d given herself to me. Trusted me. Let me touch her when the only touch of a man she’d known was pain.

I gathered her closer, lifting her up so I could meet her, though it was those eyes that had me tangled and caught up.

A beacon when I’d been so fucking lost.

Every cell in my body got twisted in it, struck with what she’d come to mean.

Pleasure glowed between us like the air had come alive.

Like the crash of waves on a cliffy beach. The toil of the sea in the middle of a storm.

“You feel it, Charleigh? Do you feel what you do to me?” I grunted it as I kept driving deep.

“Yes, I feel it. I feel you.”

Could tell she was getting ready to blow. Way her body bowed and tightened.

I swirled my thumb faster, in time with the rock of my hips.

Her hair was spread out around her, girl this fuckin’ angel in the middle of her bed.

Every element inside me wanted to crawl out and meet with her. In it, she stared up at me and she murmured, “Nothing has ever felt better than you.”

I couldn’t do anything but shift forward, gather her up with one arm, and drag her chest against mine.

I kissed her like it would be my saving breath while I continued to drive.

She split apart then. An orgasm speeding through her like an out-of-control train. Shuddering and jerking as rapture swept through her body. She took me with her, bliss breaking as I took her whole.

Ecstasy blistered out, reaching and seeking. Two of us sharing it, this thing that bound.

Her walls clamped around me as I poured and poured.

And when I finally slowed and edged back so I could look down at her face, I thought this bliss might go on forever.

This connection that couldn’t be severed.

Because there was something about her that tied us. Something woven deep in our makeup that made her feel intrinsic.

Essential.

This woman the blood in my veins.

FORTY-THREE

RIVER

TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD

It was fuckingcrazy the way life carried you. How it would toss you from one point to the next. Nudge you in the direction it wanted you to go.

He was never sure if it was happenstance or if it was some fucked up predestination on how things went down.

The way circumstances and situations weaved together to create something that you never could have expected.

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