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“Eyes on me, baby,” I instructed. They snapped open, the unconcealed fire that lived within her ablaze. “I wanna see what I do to you.”

She groaned, the slick sounds of her body surrounding us.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?”

“You’re incorrigible," she moaned, her back arching off the cool, damp grass. Even with my fingers fucking her, her body spent beneath me, she needed to argue. And I loved her all the more for it. Her skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat that made her look even more enticing in the moonlight. I leaned down, sinking my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with everything I had.

It wasn’t hard to draw the next crash of an orgasm from her, her body still sensitive from the last one only moments ago. She kissed me back without abandon, her tongue dueling with mine, her chest arching into me, the tight buds of her nipples rubbing against my exposed skin. Her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling me deeper into our kiss as her hips began thrusting into my hand, matching my rhythm right before she spasmed around my fingers. Her orgasm flooded around my hand and down my wrist, and I resisted the urge to lick every inch of her and my drenched skin. Her taste was addicting; I knew I would never get tired of it.

Our kisses slowed as she came down, her back dropping to the grass, her hips stilling. I begrudgingly removed my fingers, placing my hand on her hip and tracing along the bone. I pulled away, dropping a soft kiss on her nose before smirking down at her.

“Told you I could get you to come again.”

She rolled her eyes, but her laugh gave her away as she playfully slapped at my arm. She swallowed hard, her gaze growing remorseful, and I felt my heart lodge in my throat, worried I had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” she muttered.

I let out a sigh of relief and cupped her cheek. “Never be sorry. Wake me whenever you need me—especially if it means I get to do this again.”

Her smile returned quickly. “You’re such a menace.”

“I’m a man in love,” I corrected softly.

I didn’t care that she hadn’t said it back yet. I knew she loved me, even if she wasn’t quite ready to admit it out loud. She had survived literal hell, and even if it took a lifetime for her to say the words, I would be here. I would always be by her side as long as she would have me.

Goldie

He loved me. Lexington Bosede loved me.

I couldn’t quite believe it. Not because I doubted him, but because I had never been loved so deeply. He knew when I needed him—when my nightmares awoke me and left my heart racing, when my mind drifted to the darkness, when my soul felt too tired to continue. Even in those moments, he knew how to make me smile, how to remind me of the good, and even how to simply sit in the emotions with me.

My heart burst with gratitude for him, and I wanted nothing more than to show him how much I cared for him… even if I wasn’t quite ready to say the words aloud.

“My turn,” I mused, pushing at Lexington’s chest. He moved without much resistance, falling onto his back, his eyes full of wonder as he watched me.

I looked down at his legs, which were still covered by his pants, and clucked my tongue. Looping my fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxers, I waited as he lifted his hips for me, helping as I pulled the cotton over his corded thighs and down his legs. They were thrown into a pile with mine, forgotten in my need to feel him.

He lay on the grass in front of me, a sheen of sweat coating his body and making him glisten in the moonlight. I took him in, inch by inch, from his hooded green eyes to his clenched jaw. I hitched a leg over him, settling down on his stomach, his muscles tensing underneath me. He threw his head back with a groan.

“That’s enough to get you off?” I asked with a laugh. His hands moved to my hips, where his fingers massaged lightly.

“Your breathing is enough, baby,” he muttered. His eyes were fixed on me, looking me up and down as if I were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

And he made me feel like it was true. My hair was still cut short from the hack job I had undergone, my bones still too prominent, my skin still pale, but under his gaze, I felt immaculate—more beautiful than I ever had before.

My fingertips ghosted over his chest, drawing patterns as I went, and goosebumps broke out across his skin. His physical reaction to me was addicting.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly.

“I feel safe,” I murmured, my hands tracing the firm lines of his abs. “I didn’t know if I’d be able to do this again, but with you... I didn’t even hesitate. I knew I was safe with you.”

“Baby—” He reached up, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from my temple to cut me off, but I took his hand in mine and pressed them both to his chest, holding him still.

“Not only do I feel safe, but I want this. I want you.”

To prove it, I slid backward over his skin, lifting myself onto my knees until I was straddling his lower stomach. The movement dragged my core right over his erect length, pressing him flat against his abs for just a moment. The head was so hard, leaking pre-cum, that I wondered if the strain was aching in his gut. I reached down, my fingers wrapping around him, and a shuddering breath escaped his lips. I wiped my thumb over the tip, taking the moisture to my lips and licking it away, meeting his gaze as I swallowed his taste.

Lexington’s entire body tensed underneath me, but his rapt attention hadn’t wavered, his green eyes tracking every movement with wonder. I smiled to myself, loving that I could affect him so intrinsically.