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I hate seeing the bandages on her arms, a reminder she got hurt once again.In my damn clubhouse and I wasn’t there to protect her.Shoving these emotions down, I hold my hand out for her to take.

In this bed there’s no room for the past, for regrets, for thoughts that don’t deserve to occupy our brain.Here only the two of us matter, along with the pleasure we give and take.The feeling intensifies when her fingers glide over mine.

Slowly she places a knee on the bed, her eyes locked with mine as she crawls to me.I let my hand fall to her thigh and don’t let my gaze stray from hers.This is us, her and me.There are no words needed between us because she can read it in her eyes as I can clearly see it in hers.Fuck, I’m proud at the way she’s taking back what that fucker crushed inside her.

Z straddles my neck and I reach up to grab her ass, easily lifting her to plant her pussy on my mouth.This time I do break our connection as I close my eyes and moan when my tongue slides through the lips of her pussy.

Both of her hands go to my head and she starts to grind her pussy to my mouth creating the pleasure she needs.My cock is rock hard and yet I’m getting my fill by watching bliss take over my woman’s face.She’s not thinking and is completely driven with need.

I squeeze her ass, moaning against her clit while I suck and try to fuck her with my tongue.There might not be a lot of moments to breathe but who the fuck needs oxygen when you have life and love itself in your bare hands?

We feed on the pleasure we create together until she stops staring down to throw her head back, and fucking moans, “Grayerrrrrrrrr.”

Best fucking way I’ve heard my name voiced in over a decade.Motherfucker.I can barely keep myself from blowing my load as her pleasure floods my mouth.I keep lapping up her juices and love the way she shakes from the intensity above me.She slowly brings her head down and gives me a sheepish smile.A smile that touches my damn heart.

I squeeze her ass that’s still in my hands and murmur against her slick pussy, “Hell yes, baby.I see you.I got you.I have you, because I fucking love you.”

She throws her ass back and crawls down my body to fuse our mouths together.No hesitation, only fierce actions as she kisses me with a load of passion that heats me to my very core.Her pussy bumps against my cock and I groan.

This is all about her.Even if she said she wants to fuck, I’d understand if she wants to take it slow.A hiss escapes me when she suddenly reaches back and grips my cock.Again, she stares right at me as she positions herself above my cock and slowly sinks down.

Taking me into her tight heat one piercing at a time.

Torture.

Abso-fucking-lute torture.I grit my teeth and clench my ass so I stay rooted to the mattress.This is about her.She’s taking what she wants, and I’ll be damned if I put my needs before hers.But motherfucking hell I ain’t a damn saint.

I surge up, place one hand on her hip, and the other on the back of her neck.I kiss her hard while I pull her down to pin her on my cock as I moan into her mouth.Fuck.She feels good.Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in years.Maybe because it’s her, it’s us, it’s what we once had, reawakened and put on overdrive.

A real connection with the kind of chemistry you’d only experience once in life.It’s addictive, and I know right now there’s nothing alive or dead in this fucked-up world that can come between us.We’re solid.We’re one.Especially now when she slowly starts to ride my cock.A vision from the past, a promise of a future, and the blissful presence here and now.

This is the kind of stuff people dream about.To find your counterpart, your better half...to connect, to build a life together, and live to enjoy every damn second of it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

–ZORA –