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“Come on, Ava,” he grits out. “I feel you tightening.”
I shatter with a scream, legs shaking, hands slipping on the wood. But he doesn’t stop. Keeps going, chasing his own release until he groans my name, spilling deep inside me with a final thrust.
We collapse over the table, breathless, his weight warm against my back.
After a long moment, he presses a kiss to the nape of my neck.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “You’re mine. In every damn way.”
And I am.
Every bruised kiss. Every rough thrust. Every whispered promise in the dark—he makes sure I never forget it.
“I love you too,” I whisper. “Forever.”
