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“Open for me,” he whispers, and I nearly succumb again.
He looks down at me. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine, Hayley.”
“I’m yours.” The words are a prayer, a promise, a plea.
Each thrust pushes me further over the edge. I moan into his shoulder and fall apart in his arms.
“Bella,” he hisses as he finds his release. “I fucking love you.”
The tears fall from my eyes, and I hold onto him, the enormity of my love for him overwhelming me.
“I love you so much. So much.”
I don’t want the moment to end. “Come back to me.”
“Always,” he promises.
