“Because I loved you. I wanted to save your life.”
He freezes. I can hear his heavy breathing, his fingers still circling up my back. I’m quickly flipped over and spread out on the table. Eagle pulls my flats off my feet. “Bend your knees, baby.”
I do as he asks, balancing my heels on the edge of the table. I tilt my hips upward as he positions himself between my legs, so ready to feel him inside me again. So ready to come with him.
“Tell me again, Angel.”
“I love you.”
He grips me by the hips, tugging me closer, impaling me on one thrust. This time I can see and feel the love radiating from inside him. Though he still has some doubts about me, he can’t keep those feelings hidden. Not when we’re joined like this, not when our gazes are locked, seeing the best and worst of each other. Not after we survived what we did. Not after we loved so hard. Love like that never fades. It just grows into something more potent and powerful—completely uncontainable.
I stifle the cry when my orgasm hits, knowing he’s doing the same thing. His face contorts with pleasure and pain. “Angel,” he says. “God help me, but I still love you.”
