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Sofia ground her backside into me as she gasped, her hand between her legs, pleasuring herself.

I growled, loving the image before me.

‘You like that?’

‘Love it, I love you.’

Her words hit me hard, and needing her lips, I pulled out, flipped her over, and surged over her.

My hands traveled to frame her face, forcing her to lock eyes with me.

‘Look at me, Sofia,’ I commanded, my voice gravelly and husky with desire. ‘Tell me who you fuckin’ belong to.’

I drank in the vulnerability, love, and heat shining in her gaze.

‘I’m yours, Jude,’ she gasped, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of my back. ‘Always and forever.’

At her words, I took her mouth, working it hard as I slammed my cock back into her.

Our hips locked in a frantic, rising tempo.

There was no more distance between us. I stripped away her last defenses until there was only the untamed reality of our bond.

Her pussy walls clenched around me, sending a wave of intense pleasure crashing down my spine.

I poured everything into her, groaning as my body shuddered with a deep, violent release.

‘Infinity, babe,’ I whispered, brushing my mouth over her lips, my timbre thick with devotion. ‘You leave again, I’ll hunt you down to the fuckin’ ends of the earth.’

‘I like the sound of that,’ she breathed, kissing my jaw.

Afterward, as sunlight spilled across the hardwood floorboards, we remained tangled together in the middle of the bed.

I pulled the duvet over our shoulders and tucked her head beneath my chin, locking out the rest of the world.

She rested her palm over my chest, rising and falling with the steady cadence of my heartbeat.

Held fast in my grip, surrounded by a hard-won peace, we finally let the exhaustion ease into a profound, healing sleep.

SOFIA

Moving back in with Jude was a re-learning curve.

We had to figure out our rhythm as a couple again, finding our groove in the mundane: sharing the shower, throwing together dinner, and working out.

Evenings were our downtime.

We spent hours crashed on the deep living room sofa under one blanket, half-watching TV, talking shit, and letting the stress of the day fade out.

Sex between us changed, too.

It stopped being tentative and became more real, raw, and grounded.

I was always confident with my body, but Jude helped me understand more of myself, sexually.

I lost all shyness with him, and we talked about everything sensual and tried new experiences, positions, and even used toys.

Most of all, our intimacy was off the charts; we massaged one another, which he found relaxing.