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"That's all I ever want you to call me," I say as I slide out a little and press back into her.

"Okay," she whispers, but it comes out more like a moan, and when she leans forward, words are no longer necessary other than praise and letting each other know how good we feel.

My breath becomes her breath, the sheen of sweat blooming on our skin unrecognizable as to which one of us it came from.

"You squeeze my cock so perfectly," I whisper against her lips.

She rewards me with another tight squeeze, and I know I'm closer than I want to be, but other than the withdrawal of her consent, there's no way to put the fucking genie back in the bottle.

I grip her hip in a different way, making sure her clit rubs against me with every push inside of her.

Before long, her lips and mouth stop working. The kissing halts. All we can manage is the movement of our hips and breathing.

"You ready, baby?" I manage.

"Yes," she whispers.

"Where?" I ask.

"Right where you are," she says, and that's all I need to carry us through.

I roll my hips again, vision growing dark with pleasure with the first pulse of her orgasm.

I follow her, my cock pulsing.

She trembles in my arms, her whimpers of pleasure the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.

It only takes a few breaths for her lips to find mine once again, and there has to be something more spectacular than I realized about this woman because my cock never threatens to flag, and this perfect night continues.

Chapter 56

Juliet

"I'm breathing heavy," I whisper, pressing my palm over my heart.

I can't stop the smile from taking over my entire face.

"I am, too," he says, rolling his head on the pillow and grinning back at me.

His smile is one of my favorite things about him. The first time I saw him, it was a sneer. Then several times after that, he had the same look, but now that we've spent so much time together, the smiles come more easily for him, but usually only with me.

I don't think I've ever felt more special, as if they are something he will only share with me.

He doesn't seem like an angry guy, but more like a man who is just now finding something in life to be happy about.

I recall thinking a few days ago just how amazing it is that many of the Cerberus members have every reason to be unhappy, to see the world differently than most people do because of their experiences and the horrific things they have seen.

I had assumed those experiences had touched Maddox and changed him, but I don't think that's the case to the extent I imagined.

It isn't just all the bad things he's been through that kept him from being happy. It's the fact that he hadn't had the positive experiences that the others have.

His childhood was filled with abuse and negativity. His young adult life was filled with war and battles fought on behalf of others. Violence and witnessing abuse have been a major part of his entire life.

I'm not so egotistical as to think the smiles are only about me, but I also realize that he's found some level of happiness or contentment in our bond. The idea that I could've been some catalyst in his life, a way for him to find some level of joy, lifts me in a way that I never imagined.

He's not looking for my mistakes. He isn't taking notes on things to use against me later. I don't feel the need to walk on eggshells around him.

I can be vulnerable. I can cry without explanation, and instead of demanding answers, he simply either exists in my space or holds me if I allow it. He's more comfort than someone who intends to drain me.