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“I’m yours,” I gasp. “I’ve always been yours.”
His hand slides between us. He finds my clit again, rubs faster. I explode—sharp, blinding pleasure. I scream his name. My pussy clenches around his cock, and he follows with a shuddering groan, his hips jerking as he spills into me.
He doesn’t pull out right away. He stays inside me, forehead against mine, breathing hard. My body is shaking, spent, soaked in sweat and heat.
“I love you,” I whisper.
His arms wrap around me tighter. “And I would burn the stars for you.”
Later, we lie tangled together, our bodies still humming from what we shared. Outside, the city buzzes, but in here, it’s quiet. Safe. Sacred.
I feel whole.
