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We exit the car and his hand finds mine on auto. As we head to the elevator, everything has changed. This is my life. I found a man to share it with and what a man I found.

As the elevator doors close, we waste no time, the tension already building as he pushes me against the mirrored walls.

“Now, where was I?”

His voice is husky and devilishly sexy as he pulls me roughly against him, attacking my lips like a starving man. His kiss is hard, deep and brutal even, and I moan and push in closer. His hand reaches up under my sweater, curling around my breast, my breathing ragged as I kiss him back with a hunger that never seems to go away.

He dips his mouth to my neck, the exact place where Angel left his mark, almost erasing it, claiming the territory as his now.

The elevator reaches its destination, and we spill out into the apartment, our clothing discarded as we stumble toward his bedroom.

We fall onto the bed, naked and hungry, and the cushions go flying as we land, desperation in charge as if we have been waiting for this moment the entire time.

His kisses are hot, dirty and full of ownership. They trail down my body like a lit fuse. Burning, leaving a scorch mark as they pass, my nerves on fire, my senses alert.

He flicks his tongue around my nipple, causing me to groan and as my legs part, his cock presses against my pussy that is dripping for him.

It’s as if it’s not happy until he is home and so I push him back, spinning him around and straddle him, crushing it against my clit, this time taking what I want from him.

Our kiss is hot, deep and trouble for my heart because it has meaning, even more than before. I cup his handsome face in one hand, running my thumb down his rough jawline, gazing into his eyes as I watch every expression pass his face.

Our eyes meet, the connection strong, and I lower myself slowly onto his hard cock. Loving every flutter, every emotion and the way we fit so perfectly. He smiles as he enters me, his hand reaching up and cupping my face, holding me tenderly, gazing into my eyes the entire time. I kiss him softly, loving how he is deep inside me now, urgency no longer in charge. This is all about savoring the moment.

“I love you, Sophie.”

His words mean everything and give me a power I never really expected.

My heart dances with joy as my pussy celebrates with his cock, and I gaze deep into his eyes as I whisper, “I love you, Jason Prince. Let’s never stop telling one another that. Even when we’re old and have lived many lives together.”

My lips brush his as I move slowly on top of him, my tits crushing against his chest, dragging out my pleasure, relishing every moment.

His touch is gentle, but his gaze possessive and my entire body reacts to that. It’s as if he has breathed new life into me. I am finally living and as he rolls me onto my back, still buried inside me, he strokes my face and whispers, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

My heart actually flutters.

“I expect nothing less.”

He grins as he moves slowly inside me, taking his time, in no hurry to rush this moment.

“You are my soulmate, Sophie. I really believe that. Let’s not waste any more time. Move in with me for real and I’ll make you pancakes every morning for the rest of our lives.”

“That’s a lot of pancakes.”

“I kind of like pancakes.”

He kisses me softly, his touch gentle, loving almost and our tongues tangle in a delicious dance, my heart rate off the scale as my body decides it wants more.

He pushes in harder, deeper even, and as his cock drags against my clit, delicious shivers pass through me. My mind is gone. I’m in that place where nothing can touch me and my clit throbs as I ride a wave I never want to crash to the shore.

It’s as if I’m floating away from my body, flying high above the clouds, holding his hand, happy, light and free from worries. I relax, loving the delicious sensation of an out-of-body experience, reluctant to lose it, holding onto it for as long as it allows me to. Then I hit the top, a huge wave of euphoria, desire, love even, explodes my world, my soul racing back to my body like a rocket landing from space.

I cry out as we clash, my entire body shaking as it enters the atmosphere once again, shuddering, on fire and exploding on impact and my desire rains down on his cock, my pussy clenching as it milks him for every drop he can give me.

“Fuck!” He explodes inside me, pushing deeper, his body tense, sweat heavy between us, his muscles strong against mine, powering into me as if he can’t stop. There are no brakes here, no emergency cord and as his orgasm crashes with mine, our lives collide and now everything makes sense. I’m home at last.

CHAPTER 50

ANGEL