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Pulling my fingers out, I press one last kiss to the top of her pussy before looking up. Her eyes are glazed, heavy with the aftermath of her orgasm, but she’s watching me intensely.

“So good,” I mutter as I sit back on my heels, my hands shaking with an adrenaline rush as I reach for my pants on the floor.

My cock is bare, hard, throbbing with a desperate need to sink into her. I rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth and roll it on. Every muscle in my body is drawn tight, vibrating with the effort of holding back.

She scoots up the bed, opening herself up further, allowing me to hover between her thighs. Her lips are parted. I lower myself over her, capturing them again.

“God, I could kiss you forever,” I say against her mouth as my cock brushes her entrance. I want to make her come again, and then I want to wrap myself around her and never leave this bed.

Our lips stay connected as I line my dick up and slowly inch inside her.

“Oh. Fuck,” I groan into her mouth. The heat of her pussy wraps tightly around me.

She swallows the sound, kissing me harder, her fingers gripping the nape of my neck as I push deeper, burying myself all the way.

I pause, letting her adjust, rolling my hips to feel her perfect fit around me.

“You okay?” I pull back to look at her face, checking for discomfort.

“Yes,” she breathes, her chest heaving against mine. “Please, Zac.”

With that permission, I pull out and pump in again. I start slow with deliberate thrusts, but then the heat takes over, and my movements quicken. As the pace builds, I still hold back from how hard I want to go. It’s been a long time coming, and I want to soak in this moment.

Her head tips back against the pillow, but her eyes never leave mine. Our gazes stay locked. There’s a silent knowing passing between us, both wanting to watch the other fall apart.

The flutter of her eyelids, the moans catching in her throat, the clamping down of her pussy around my cock, pushes me to the brink.

“I’m close, Zac.”

“So am I,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

I want to come together. I put my hands on either side of her head, maintaining this pace. She begins writhing beneath me, moaning softly with each thrust. The second her body tightens into another orgasm, I thrust in deeper, holding myself inside her as my cock pulses, emptying myself completely while her name leaves my lips.

She’s perfect. This is perfect.

Both of us panting, I pull out gently, collapsing beside her. Her legs quiver a final time as goosebumps erupt across her skin. She turns her head toward me, giving me a lazy, beautifully satisfied smile.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I lean over, kissing her lips softly, lingering there. “Thank you for tonight. For everything,” I say, the honesty heavy in my chest. “For helping me heal.”

She probably doesn’t know how much she’s helped. She thinks I healed her; that was external, an ankle operation, something physical. She healed me internally, and that is priceless.

As our breathing evens out, and the adrenaline fades into exhaustion, I discard the condom and grab a washcloth. I clean her up gently, taking my time, before pulling her up into the center of the bed and throwing the thick blankets over us.

I kiss her temple, breathing in her scent, my arm locked securely around her waist. Wrapped around her like this, I know it’ll be the best sleep of my life.

Chapter 38

Zac

I hold her, listening as she breathes softly against me. The rest of the cabin is already awake, but I have no plans to move until she does.

Eventually, she stirs.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” She stretches, blinking up at me. “How long have you been up?”