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Her beautiful green eyes meet mine, and everything inside me finally settles.

Last night, she didn’t ask anything of me.

She simply gave me a place to lay down everything I’ve been carrying.

I had forgotten what it felt like to simply exist beside someone.

Her lips widen in a smile before she bends down and touches them to mine.

I smile against her kiss and realize…

I’m happy.

FORTY-SEVEN

LUNA

He smiles against my lips, and every part of me radiates happiness.

Last night, he trusted me enough to let me carry some of his weight. He’s realizing he’s not alone anymore…that I can hold him when he’s not strong enough.

He came to me last night seeking comfort, and in turn, he gave me so much more.

His forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling.

Neither of us says anything…we don’t have to.

Last night changed something between us.

His hands skim up my back and slide into my hair as his tongue sweeps my bottom lip before diving back in.

Gripping my hair, I’m pulled back, exposing my neck as he moves to kiss along my collarbone before finding my breasts.

Bringing me forward, he sucks and teases my nipples until I’m on the verge of exploding. He’s still deep inside me as our bodies rock together, becoming more urgent with each deep thrust.

Sitting up, his fingers dig into my hips as I begin to ride him harder. My breasts bounce each time our bodies connect as he watches me through hooded eyes with a look that ignites a passion inside me that feels like I’m being swallowed whole.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growls, as I use my thigh muscles to take him deeper as my core starts to tighten. “Show me how much your sweet pussy has missed my cock.”

My thighs start to quiver…my vision dims in and out of focus as the buildup expands until one final thrust has me combusting around him.

Crying out his name, I pulse and squeeze him as my body finally lets go.

His moan is deep and guttural like a beast that’s finally been set free as he pours inside me in a violent rush.

“Jesus,” he pants, his chest heaving from the effort.

My breaths come out in little huffs as I smile at him through my lashes. His hair is all askew, and his green eyes are sated with a bedroom look that makes him look sexy and boyish all at the same time.

His chest has a sheen of sweat as my fingers slowly trace his tattoo.

He watches me through hooded eyes as I touch the delicate lines of the scarred side. The wings torn, jagged, and broken over his heart. The star shining through the jagged cracks is the only glimpse of hope out of the ruin as I lightly trace it with my finger.

It feels impossible that ink could tell the story of a person’s heart so perfectly.

Gently taking my hand, he moves me to the other side, and I raise my eyes to his.

“Because of you, more of me is here now.”