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Once I get accustomed to his size, he increases the pace of his thrusts. I move my hips, matching his rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I missed this. You feel so fucking good, babe,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I m-missed this, t-too,” I manage to say between moans.

I’ve spent years being deprived of him—having mediocre sex that left me unfulfilled. The pleasure of finally having him inside me again is indescribable. Maddox knows my body better than anyone else. He’s spent years studying me like I was his favorite subject, and he knows exactly what I need. It’s impossible for anyone to live up to him.

Maddox was my first, and losing my virginity to someone I was deeply in love with was an amazing feeling and something I will forever cherish. But it paled in comparison to how it feels now, our bodies reconnecting after being apart for so long. Making love to him again ignites a fire we’ve both longed to rekindle. He is my soulmate. My other half. Being with him fills that void that’s been missing in my life.

Spreading my legs wider, he tucks my knees to my chest. The change in position allows him to penetrate me deeper.

“Oh,fuck, Maddox! Yes!” My nails rake his skin and my moans ripple through the room as he pounds into me relentlessly.

“Come for me, baby,” he grunts as he continues to pump his cock into me.

My body convulses, my walls tightening around him. The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, hitting me with force, and I come harder than I have in years. My body levitates to a land of euphoric bliss.

Maddox’s breathing becomes ragged and he drives himself deeper, gripping my hips tightly. The feel of hispulsating cock inside me causes me to unravel once more. He collapses on top of me, releasing deep guttural moans as he comes apart.

After we come down from our high, he pulls me into an embrace and plants a kiss on my lips.

“So… does this mean I get a second date?” His lips curl into a a playful smile, dimples sinking into his cheeks.

A soft chuckle escapes me. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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My heart flutterswhen I wake and find Annalise curled up in my arms. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow on her beautiful face. She’s still in a deep slumber, a peaceful smile gracing her lips. I caress her silky waves and place a kiss on top of her head, wanting to savor this moment.

Last night was truly magical. We fit together perfectly, as if we were made for each other, and our bodies moved in harmony. With Annalise, it was never just about pleasure. What we share is far more intimate and visceral. Our lovemaking is filled with an immeasurable passion that feels as if it could reach across galaxies. We connect not only on a physical level, but also on emotional and spiritual ones. Two lost souls found each other again and became one.

The time apart made us realize how much we mean to each other. We were able to grow and reflect over the years and have come back stronger than ever.

I slide out of bed, careful not to wake her, and head to the kitchen. Pulling out my phone, I pull up the pancake recipe I have saved and gather ingredients from the fridge and pantry.

Annalise would always cook for me. For once, I want to be the one to wakeherup with a nice meal. After the night we had, I know she’ll wake up starving. I didn’t expect for her to stay the night, but I went to the grocery store the other day in case she did.

Using the measuring cups and spoons I haven’t touched before today, I carefully measure out the ingredients and place them in the mixer. Once the batter has a smooth, even texture with no clumps, I coat the pan with nonstick spray.

The first pancake cooks unevenly because I poured too much batter into the pan. So I pour less batter when making the next one, and end up burning it to a crisp.

“Fuck, why is this so hard? They always make it look so easy on TV,” I mutter to myself. Perhaps I should’ve practiced first.

After a few more failed attempts, I slice up some Spam, throw it in the air fryer, and pop slices of bread in the toaster. I somehow manage to make sunny-side-up eggs, so at least this wasn’t a complete and total disaster.

“Am I dreaming or is Maddox Kamado actually cooking?”

I turn around and see Annalise standing by the sink with Tsuki trailing behind her. She’s dressed in nothing but my T-shirt, which fits her like a dress, ending a few inches above her knees. I’ve seen Annalise in everything from casual clothes to black-tie attire, but nothing compares to seeing her wear my clothes. It serves as a reminder that she is mine.

I rub the back of my neck and place the plates of toast, Spam, and eggs on the counter near the barstools. “I, uh, tried to make pancakes, but I failed miserably. You don’t have to eat this if you don’t want to. We can order delivery.”

A small chuckle leaves her lips. “You are too adorable.” She slides onto the bar stool and bites into a piece of Spam. “This is delicious. And you made spicy Spam?”

I settle next to her, the tension in my muscles easing up. “Are the eggs okay?”

“They’re perfect.” She leans in, pressing a swift kiss to my lips. “Thank you for making me breakfast. And for the mind-blowing sex last night.”