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He thrust deeper, and I cried out.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Harder.”

He groaned. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

He gave me what I asked for, his hips snapping against mine, and I felt myself climbing again.

“Caspian, I’m—”

“I know. I feel you.”

He reached between us and rubbed my clit, and that was it. I came again, harder that time, my body clenching around him.

“Fuck, Lakelyn.”

He followed right after, his whole body tensing as he buried himself deep. For a moment, we just stayed like that—connected, breathing hard. Then he kissed me softly.

“I love you.”

My eyes burned. “I love you too.”

He rolled onto his side, pulling me with him, and I rested my head against his chest. I could've sworn I felt his heartbeat.

“Don't leave me again,” I whispered.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I closed my eyes, feeling safer than I had in years. And as I drifted off, I felt his arms tighten around me, like he was afraid I might disappear instead.

***

My eyes flew open, and I found myself staring at the ceiling.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling across the bedroom, and everything around me was too damn quiet.

I turned my head toward the other side of the bed.

Empty.

Of course it was.

I closed my eyes again and groaned. “Fuck.”

I had been dreaming… a really, really good dream. The kind that made waking up feel like some cruel form of punishment.

I rolled onto my back and pulled the comforter higher, already wishing I could close my eyes and fall right back into it. Then I frowned.

Wait a damn minute.

My body felt different… relaxed and heavy, like every ounce of tension had been worked out of me.