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“It wasn’t easy, but I know it’s necessary if I’m going to be with you.”

She slowly pulls back to find my gaze. “You’d do that … for me?”

“Baby girl, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. No lines I won’t cross. No mountain I won’t climb. Being with you is the only thing that matters.”

Sky blue darkens to a heavenly azure when her eyes heat. She leans in and sucks my bottom lip between hers, grinding her center against my bulging cock. “Show me, El. Make me yours again.” She pulls back and lifts her top over her head, offering up her perfect breasts for my gaze to devour.

CHAPTER 52

ISA

Elio spins us until I’m on my back on the bed, and he’s above me. He secures my wrists in one of his hands. “I’ve been waiting for this for so damn long.”

“I think I have, too.”

He kisses my lips, then my jaw and down my throat before feasting on my breasts. He’s not gentle, and I love it. I want to feel every ounce of his starvation for me.

When he pauses to take off his shirt, I take the opportunity to wiggle out of my pajama bottoms and panties beneath him. He allows his gaze a leisurely sweep down the contours of my body, my skin heating in its wake.

“I don’t know how I survived so long without you,” he says while stepping back to remove his pants before returning to me. “Never again, Isa. The only future for us is one together.”

“I’m not going anywhere, El.” I run my fingers through his hair above me and circle my legs around his waist, gasping when the length of his cock presses against my center.

A vein pulses in his forehead. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine. Go easy at first, but don’t hold back after that. We’ve both waited too long and want this too much to be gentle.”

He grunts, moving himself down my body, dropping kisses along the way. “My girl will be soaked by the time I push inside her … least I can do.” His grumbling stops when he spreads my knees and licks me from entrance to clit.

I arch and moan.

“Damn right.”

His playful mutter makes me laugh, but only until his tongue returns to its work. The pleasure is too consuming to entertain anything else when his mouth is devouring my core. Elio’s huge hands spread my thighs wide, and he eats me with abandon.

My orgasm is soon dancing barely out of reach. The noises I make turn more guttural. More urgent. My hands seek out my breasts, needing to help me reach that exultant pinnacle.

I’m so close when Elio stops. I whimper. He lifts himself and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Patience, pet.” His tongue flicks my other nipple. “You’ll get yours, I promise.” He aligns our bodies, his cock teasing my entrance.

I soften to welcome him inside me as our eyes remain locked on one another. While he eases himself inside me, my mind overlays the memory of our first time.

I see both Elios.

I hear the ocean waves and the city sirens.

I smell summer nights and cozy winter blankets.

I feel my soul reuniting with its other half. When Elio and I were torn apart, he took a piece of me with him. The piece I willingly gave him. And now that we’re together again, I’m whole.

The relief is so transcendental that I hardly notice the twinges of pain as my body stretches to accommodate him.

“Feel so damn good.” His ragged, breathless words are a benediction.

“Yes, Elio. I need more,” I plead, encouraging him to move inside me. He’s fully sheathed, but it’s not enough. I want to feel him fuse his soul with mine.

A feral growl reverberates from his chest into mine before he begins to rock in and out of me.