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Neither of us spoke.

And then, as if in unison, his lips crashed on mine as I sought him out. He came over to the bed beside me, still careful of keeping my arm out of the way. His hands threaded through my hair and I kissed him softly and passionately and wildly all at once. I felt too many things, and I didn’t know how to name even a single one of them.

“I want you,” I whispered, and Nico stilled.

“Are you sure? You’re hurt, my love.”

“I don’t care. I just know I need you.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Within seconds, he had me stripped naked. He stepped away from the bed himself and took off his shirt and trousers and came to me at once. He was sculpted underneath his clothes. No matter how many times I saw him naked, it always gave me a rush. His hands covered my face tenderly as he looked into my eyes.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

I chuckled. “Quite a few times.”

“Not enough.”

He held me like I was the most important thing he had ever held in his life and rained kisses all over my face. Starting from my forehead, to my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my lips, Nico continued kissing me as if it was the best thing he had ever done. I loved him. I loved this man so much.

“I love you, Nico.”

He stilled. It had been a while since I had said the words out loud.

“I love you too,” Nico replied.

He held my bare waist in his hands and lowered me on the bed before coming on top of me. I arched my back, and his fingers found their way to my soaking wet pussy like it always did. He had memorized my body in ways only Nico could have memorized my body.

“Yes, please,” I moaned. His fingers found their way inside me, but his touch remained gentle. Soft. Kind. Caring. “Faster.”

I moaned, and he chuckled, stopping immediately.

Instead, he aligned his already hardened erection at the entrance of my pussy and eased inside me slowly. I raised my hips as he made his way inside me, filling me with him. I was already filled with the child he had given me, and I wanted nothing but to have him with me completely. Fully.

“I love you, Vera,” he whispered again, holding me close.

Nico held me while rocking back and forth inside me. It felt as if he was worshipping my body rather than making love to it, and I enjoyed every second of it. My fingers trailed all over his back, marking him as mine because he was.

“You’re mine, Nico.”

“I am,” he agreed, his words coming out in a moan.

He trailed kisses over my neck, and his thumb found its way to my clitoris, and he began rubbing me softly, bringing me closer to climax. Within seconds, I was worked up and ready to come, and the hardening of his cock inside me told me he was too. His strokes grew in pace, and our orgasms tore through us, combining us as one.

“I love you,” we whispered in unison, and I had never felt more at home.

Chapter 19 - Nico

I woke before sunrise. For several seconds, I didn’t move or think. I didn’t even reach for the phone that usually waited on my nightstand. I didn’t immediately start cataloging problems and planning meetings. Even after yesterday’s attack, I wasn’t thinking about retaliation or damage control or strategy.

I simply existed.

And for the first time in months, existing didn’t feel like a battle. Vera was asleep beside me, curled against my side as if she belonged there. One of her arms was draped across my stomach, and her dark hair spread across the pillow in a curtain of warm coffee. Her breathing was slow and steady. Real.

She was real.

She was not a memory or an obsession or a dream. She was no longer a woman I was stalking through photographs and surveillance reports. Not a ghost haunting every corner of my life.

She was here. With me.