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I stroked his back the way he liked; I ran my hands over his head, cradling him the way he loved it, and he confirmed it was still so, groaning into my neck as he pumped hard.

Another orgasm, one too many to count, hit with intensity again, and I gasped and bucked through it.

Deacon pulled away from my nipple, which he’d been suckling, to sit upright.

He flung my left leg up over his shoulder as I shuddered with bliss and angled me so he could ram deeper.

His hand played near my navel, his gaze shifting from my undulating stomach and the jewel on it, to where we were still joined.

That’s when he threw his head back with a roar, and the first white-hot spray of his cum hit me.

I knifed up and slid my arms around his neck, pulling him to me as our mouths met in a wild kiss.

He fell on me, still thrusting and groaning as he came hard.

I held him through the surge until he quieted, gliding in and out of me as we remained entwined in a touching, long, searching kiss.

Still rooted in me, he stroked my hair from my wet forehead and kissed my eyes, one at a time, as he’d always done after sex in the past.

I moaned, nuzzling his neck as he then slid to the side of me.

I followed with him still inside me.

‘Under your spell, woman,’ he muttered into my ear, his hands gliding over me. ‘That was better than I ever thought it would be.’

‘It was the best.’

‘You gave me hell all these years, De Stella, but it was worth it.’

I playfully hit his arm.

‘You gave me just as much, but you’re forgiven because you just took me to heaven and back.’

He chuckled, his chest shaking in a silent laugh. ‘So corny, Ana.’

‘You know I get cheesy and sappy as fuck after we make love.’

‘Now that I’d forgotten, and for good reason,’ he breathed, taking my mouth and shutting me up with another long, melding kiss.

Chapter 29

DEACON

Iwoke to bliss.

To lips gliding down my chest, my abs, and then to my already throbbing cock.

I moaned and shifted, caught between stopping the delicious assault and lying back to take it.

I surrendered to falling back, head arced into the pillow, fingers tangled in Ana’s thick, silky hair as she brought me to ecstasy.

When she suckled my head and swiped the weeping slit, I lost it, cumming hard in her mouth, pulse racing, heart swelling with so much love for her.

As dawn broke over New York, we dove back into our lovemaking, wild and incandescent.

I worshipped every inch of her bare skin as she arched from the bed, thrusting up at me as I plunged into her.

We moved in a white-hot tangle of limbs, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I pinned her to the sheets.