Vanessa had fallen asleep in my arms, her earlier sobs bringing her to exhaustion. She fit against me just the way she used to, even in the small and uncomfortable bed. Her cheek was on my chest, while her arm was hooked around my torso. I cradled her to my side with my arm, making sure she didn’t touch the cold metal of the railing.

I watched her for an hour straight, seeing the face that haunted my dreams every night. Her lips parted just the way they used to, showing a small glimpse of her white teeth. Small freckles dotted her olive-toned skin. Her beautiful face, high cheekbones, and luscious lips were exactly as I remembered.

It was hard to believe she was really there.

I’d fantasized about her so many times that I wasn’t sure if this was just my imagination.

But my fingers could feel her frame. My eyes could see her chest rise with every breath she took. I could feel her pulse against my skin.

She was real.

And she was mine.

I went through hell to get her, risked my neck for a man I didn’t even like, and now it was all worth it.

Crow finally gave me his daughter.

There was a gentle tap on the door before Max appeared. Dressed in the same clothes as the last time I saw him, he’d obviously been at the hospital the entire time. He didn’t have a single bruise anywhere that I could see, and I was grateful my closest friend didn’t get hurt at my expense.

He approached the bed then looked down at Vanessa. He watched her sleep for a second before he lifted his gaze to look at me, a smile forming on his lips. It was the kind of joy that reached his eyes. Then he gave me a thumbs-up. “Happy for you.”

She was as small as I remembered, fitting within the crook of my arm perfectly. Half my size but twice as aggressive, she was the perfect woman to give my heart to. “Thanks.” I kept my voice low so I wouldn’t wake her up. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Me?” he asked with a quiet laugh. “Not a scratch. You’re the one who almost died.”

“Better me than you.”

His eyes narrowed on mine, a hint of affection deep within his look. “I’m glad we’re both alright. The guys are fine too.”

“Looks like we all got lucky.”

“Extremely. What’s next for you?”

“I’m not sure yet. I just want to get out of here.”

“I bet. You’ve never been the kind of man to sit still very long.”

The only reason I was still now was because of the woman in my arms. I enjoyed holding her, had missed it more than anything else.

“The boyfriend is gone?”

I shrugged. “If he’s not, I’ll make him gone.”

“Sounds about right.” He patted my shoulder. “I’m gonna take off. I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“I agree,” I teased.

He patted my shoulder again, but this time a little harder to cause me pain. “I just risked my ass for you.”

“And I’ll risk mine for you anytime.”

“Give me a call when you’re feeling better. I know you won’t be in the field for a while, so take your time.”

I held his gaze, but I hesitated when I heard what he said. Vanessa and I had barely said a few words to each other, but we didn’t need to have a long conversation to establish what we both already knew. It was her and me—forever. I couldn’t risk my life for work anymore. I’d have to give it up like I did last time.

But Max assumed otherwise. “Love you, man.”

“Love you too, Max.” I watched my friend walk out and saw Conway step inside immediately afterward. He was on his feet and moving around, but his face was in terrible shape. Both of his eyes were swollen black and blue, and the rest of his face was discolored from the beating he took in the alleyway. He didn’t walk like he normally did, with a straight back and even straighter shoulders. He had a slight rigidness, doing his best to move without inflaming whatever was broken in his body.

He stopped at my bedside and looked down at his sister. He watched her for several seconds, the teddy bear in my arms. After what seemed like an eternity, he met my gaze again. “I haven’t seen my sister that happy in three months.”

It was the first time I felt anything remotely close to happiness. “How are you?”

He ignored his sister and focused on me. “Alive.”

“That makes two of us.”

He gripped the rail that divided us, standing beside my bed just the way his father had. “My father told me everything you did. That we’d all be dead without you.”

I didn’t say anything, unsure what to say to a statement like that. I wasn’t trying to be humble. If anything, it was awkward. Conway had been cold to me just the way his father had been, even though he was a sinner the same way I was.

“And you saved my wife…” His voice broke at the end, his emotion overriding his coolness. “If your men hadn’t gotten there first…I wouldn’t have been able to find her again. I wouldn’t have met my future son or daughter.” He broke eye contact, unable to look at me as the horrible thought crossed his mind. “I want to thank you for what you did, but I don’t even know where to begin. My father and uncle mean a lot to me. But my wife…the way I feel about her… I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I survived and she didn’t.”

That was the way I felt about Vanessa. I’d rather die than let something happen to her because living without her was just too damn hard.

“So, thank you.”

I didn’t look at him when I replied. “You’re welcome, Conway.”

“I misjudged you,” he said quietly. “I never gave you a chance.”

“Can’t say that I blame you. The past sticks to you like glue sometimes. You were just looking out for your sister and your family. I respect that.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I was wrong. I should have listened to my sister. She’s the smartest person I know. Instead of trusting her instincts and actually listening to her, I encouraged my father to get rid of you. The past three months have been for nothing. That’s time you’ll never get back.”

“But I have the rest of my life with her. So it was all worth it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

Conway pulled his hands from the rail and placed them in his pockets. “You could have died.”

“Still would have done it. When I got that phone call, I didn’t think about the bullshit you guys put me through. That wasn’t important. I thought about how Vanessa would feel if she lost her brother and her father. I couldn’t let that happen. She loves you both with all her heart, and if she loves you…then I…don’t want you to die.”

His eyes filled with gratitude as he dropped his aloof stance. Conway Barsetti always carried himself with ruthlessness, like he didn’t care about anyone or anything. He seemed cold, untouchable. But he left all that indifference at the door and had an honest conversation with me, wearing his heart on his sleeve. “You’re a better man than I am. If the situation were reversed, I don’t think I would have helped you.”

At least he was honest about it.

“But now, I would. Anything you ever need, I’m there. If there’s anything I can ever do for you, don’t hesitate to ask. You have my loyalty. I know I’ll never be able to repay you for what you did for me…but I’d like to try.”

Her family didn’t understand that they didn’t owe me anything. I didn’t do it for them. I did it for her. “There is something you can do for me.”

“Name it,” he said immediately. “Anything you want, I can make it happen.”

I let go of Vanessa and extended my arm. “Shake my hand.”

A grin slowly spread across his face. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Conway beamed before he gripped my hand and shook it. “To new beginnings.”

“Yes. To new beginnings.”

When the doctors discharged me from the hospital, I was relieved to get out of bed and on my feet again. I didn’t feel like a man lying there, helpless with tubes and wires hooked up to my body.

When both of my feet hit the tile floor, I finally stood up straight and took a deep breath. The last thing I remembered from that night was snapping someone’s neck before I fell to my knees and collapsed.

Vanessa watched me warily, like I might tip over and fall once more. There was nothing she could do to catch me, not when I would crush all of her bones with my weight. “Are you alright?”

The pain was still in my shoulder, but that would be there for a while. “Yes.” I took her hand in mine, feeling her warm and soft fingers. I gripped them tightly, to make sure they were real. For the last three months, all I’d been holding was booze. “Let’s go.”

We left the hospital room and moved into the waiting room, where her entire family was gathered. Her parents were there, along with her aunt and uncle. My favorite Barsetti was there—Carmen. Carter was there too, a man I hadn’t interacted with much. They all stared at me, but this time, it wasn’t with hatred and disgust.

It was with gratitude and respect.

Crow stepped forward first. “You look like you’re in good shape.”

“I’ve been shot before. No big deal.” I had multiple scars on my body from all the places I’d been pierced with a bullet. My tattoo artist usually covered them up again so they weren’t so visible. Now I had a new mark on my shoulder that needed to be covered once it was healed.

Crow didn’t react to my words, even though anyone else would have been disturbed by that information. “Is there anything we can do for you? How about we give you a ride to your place?”

“I’ll drive him,” Vanessa said. “I’ll be taking care of him for a while. When he’s feeling better, we’ll head back to Florence to see how Conway is doing.”

I had the strength to make it to Florence now, and I certainly didn’t need her to take care of me. But all I wanted was to be alone with her, to finally drop the walls that I projected and be open with the woman I loved. I wanted to feel her with my hands, kiss her naked body everywhere, make love to her the way I fantasized about. I just wanted my woman, my baby. I put my life on the line to save the people she loved. Now it was my turn to be rewarded. And all I wanted was this woman in my bed, buck naked with her legs spread. She was mine now. I owned her, and it was my right to enjoy her. When I was fulfilled, I would let her visit her family again.

Not a moment sooner.

Crow hugged Vanessa first and kissed her on the forehead. “See you soon, tesoro. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she whispered.

Crow moved to me next, and instead of ignoring me the way he used to, he shook my hand, looked me in the eye, and said, “Let me know if you need anything, Griffin.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a gentle pat, the way he did with Conway.

Words didn’t come from my throat the way I wanted them to. All I did was nod.

Pearl hugged her daughter next then came up to me. It was the first time I’d seen her since everything happened. She hadn’t come into my room to visit me. Everyone watched her as she faced me, the silence surrounding us. Then, unexpectedly, she started to cry.

I’d never been comfortable around crying women, so I didn’t know what to do. Vanessa hardly ever did it, thankfully. I avoided Pearl’s gaze, feeling intrusive for looking at her during her despair.

Then she moved into my chest and hugged me.

Hugged me.

I’d never even gotten a handshake from anyone, let alone a hug. I stood there awkwardly as she clung to me, and it took me a few seconds to return the affection. My large arms surrounded her, feeling her petiteness.

Vanessa smiled as she watched her mother sob against me.

“You saved my son,” Pearl said into my chest. “You saved my husband…my brother…my daughter. Thank you so much.” She stayed in place, pouring her heart out to me.

I patted her back, still feeling ill at ease touching her like this.

“I wanted to visit you in your room, but I was still too upset…and now I’m even worse.” She pulled away and looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks and ruining her mascara. “My family means everything to me. If I lost them…any of them…I would lose myself. Because of you, I get to sleep with my husband beside me. Thank you, Griffin. I’m so sorry for the way I—”

“I accept your apology, Mrs. Barsetti. And you’re welcome.” I gave her a pat on the back before I pulled away, distancing myself from her. Her emotional turmoil was more than I could stand. Vanessa spoke highly of her mother, saying she was the strongest person she’d ever met. It was unlike her to cry, so seeing the tears made the situation even more profound. “What I want more than anything is to move forward and start over.”

Pearl rubbed her eyes with her fingertips, wiping away her smeared mascara in the process. “Of course. You’re a very brave man, and I feel better knowing my daughter has you. I know you would do anything for her.”

Those words meant a lot to me because it was all I ever wanted, to prove to her family I was the best man to take care of her. I’d said those words to her father many times, but they always bounced back at me. “I would, as I would for all of you.”

The Barsettis stared back at me, all tense and touched by what I said.

“You’re welcome to join us whenever you want,” Pearl said. “Our home is always open to you.”

It was a relief to feel welcome for once, to feel the universal acceptance of the Barsetti family. They didn’t just welcome me because they had to, but because they genuinely cared for me now. I felt like a friend—for the first time. Whenever I had been at the winery or anywhere on their property, they’d constantly watched me like a hawk. I’d said a few words to Carmen, and Cane had acted like I’d tried to rape her. Now I’d finally earned the acceptance of them all…which was all I ever wanted. “Thank you, Mrs. Barsetti.”

Guns and ammunition were still on the coffee table where I’d left them. A half-drunk glass of scotch was there too, and the condensation from the liquid had made a ring on the wood because it’d been sitting there for so long. The lights were still on because I’d abandoned everything before I left to save Conway.

Vanessa stepped inside and surveyed the room, searching for the changes that had occurred over the past three months. But she wouldn’t find any because nothing was different. I hadn’t changed anything, not even the room where she kept her art supplies. I’d been too pathetic to throw anything away.

I came up behind her, staring at her small frame in my living room. She was in a blue summer dress, her olive skin looking delicious in the color. Her arms were by her sides, and her breathing was quiet.

I approached her slowly, my hands slightly shaking from the moment I was about to embrace. For the last three months, I had sat in this apartment alone, drinking scotch and trying to forget about the woman who made me so happy. I thought I would never see her again, let alone in this very apartment.

Now she stood in front of me, beautiful as ever.

I stopped when my chest hit her back. My hands gripped the backs of her arms, feeling the pulse under the callused pads of my fingertips. My hands constricted around her, holding her tighter than I meant to. My desperation to squeeze her came from longing, not from rage. I needed to feel her intimately to understand she was really there.

She was there with me.

I rested my forehead against the back of her head, my face surrounded by her dark hair. I recognized her scent, the same smell that smothered my sheets. It reminded me of winter, of the blissful months I’d kept her warm in that small apartment. It reminded me of the moments I tried to fight, the moments when I fell so hard for her no matter how much I worked to resist it. This woman changed me, turned me from a monster into a heartfelt man. I still had rage, but that rage now only flamed when I thought she was in danger…or when someone she loved was in danger.

She was the first person to bring me to tears, the first woman to break my heart. I remembered the sensation because it felt so strange. Every breath burned my lungs. My throat ached because it seemed like it was on fire. My eyes were coated with a sheen of moisture. It happened so fast and with such profoundness, I wasn’t even sure what was happening.

Only Vanessa could bring me to my knees.

Only Vanessa could make me feel loved.

Only Vanessa could make love as hard as I fought.

Only Vanessa could bring tears to my eyes.

The sound of my own breaths was audible to my ears because they slowly increased, growing deeper and harder. I could hear hers too, listen to them rise as the intensity between us turned into a raging storm. My hands never left her arms, keeping her against me. I let my chest expand into her back, felt her push back against me as her lungs filled with air.

Her breaths reached a breaking point, and that’s when she started to cry.

It was quiet, barely audible. It was only apparent because of the way her breathing turned irregular. Soon, her whimpers filled my quiet apartment. She’d never been the kind of woman to cry, not even under the threat of death, but she was coming apart—piece by piece.

My hands released her arms, and I secured my arms over her chest, my thick limbs covering her completely with the girth of two tree trunks. I pulled her against me, trapping her in place so she couldn’t run.

She used to be my prisoner. And now, she was my prisoner again.

This time, she would never get away.

My hold on her was too tight. Even if she wanted to leave, I would never allow it.

She gripped my arms with her hands. “I missed you so much…” She turned her head slightly, showing me her cheek. Tears ran from her eyes all the way to her chin. Her perfect makeup started to run. “It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat…I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t care about anything. Life was just…a meaningless blur. I tried to argue with my father to get him to change his mind. When it was no use, it was even more painful.”

I didn’t need to know how much she’d suffered. I knew this woman loved me completely, loved me for all the good and the bad. She accepted me exactly as I was, seeing the best in me during my worst times. Walking away from her was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I never really moved on with my life because it was too difficult. She loved me the way I loved her, so she didn’t need to tell me how hard the last three months had been.

I already knew.

“And now I can feel you.” She gripped my arms tighter. “I can feel your strong heartbeat again. I can smell your scent. I’m standing in the very place where I saved your life. This apartment was home to me…and here I am again. It’s true, but I feel like someone is going to take it away from me at any moment.”

Nothing could come between us, not ever again. If someone tried to pull her away from me, I would just hold on tighter. “Never.” I moved my face into her neck, feeling her thudding pulse right against my mouth. “Your family owes me for all eternity. There was only one thing I asked for, one thing they had to hand over. That prize is in my arms now. I own you more than I ever did. You’re irrevocably and permanently mine. Forever.” I forced my arms to relax so I wouldn’t crush her under my hold. I wanted her so much that I didn’t care if I hurt her a little in the process. My lips brushed against her neck then the shell of her ear. I’d kissed her in the hospital, but I didn’t get to take my time, to treasure the feel of her lips. Her tears mingled with mine then, and while the moment was euphoric, I wanted more.

“I want you to own me…forever.” She slowly circled in my arms, turning until she faced me, one teardrop stuck to her cheek. Her wet eyes reflected the light from the ceiling, making it seem like there were stars in her gaze. She stared up at me, her hands moving over my t-shirt as they migrated to my chest. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of her own tears.

My hands cupped her face, and I stared into her eyes, my chest rising and falling with the deep breaths I took. Her hair was caught in my fingertips, her smell mixed with mine. All I wanted to do was enjoy the happiness I’d finally earned, but I had to pause and treasure the moment. It was a moment I would never forget, a moment I would still recall as an old man.

Her hands moved over my wrists, and she gripped them, her plump lips waiting for my kiss.

I could have swept her off her feet the second we were in the door. I could have carried her to my bed and shoved myself inside her without even taking off her dress. But instead of rushing into the moment of bliss, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to make it last, to give it a chance to heal both of our broken hearts.

My forehead moved to hers, and I closed my eyes for a brief moment before I finally kissed her.

Finally enjoyed her.

The second our lips touched, I felt that old spark. I felt the heat between our mouths, the steady burn from the fire in both of our bellies. Her kiss was exactly the same as I remembered, delicious and sexy. She kissed me slowly, feeling my lips in between hers before she allowed me to grip her bottom lip between my teeth. Our breathing filled the room, evolving from emotional to desperate.

Our mouths moved faster, and I cradled her face in my hands, moving closer into her body as our passion rekindled. As if this woman had never left, my desire for her was paramount. She was my fantasy, but I didn’t just want her because of the way she made me hard. I wanted her because of the way she softened my heart.

She rose on her tiptoes to kiss me more easily, so she could have more of my mouth. She gripped my shoulders for balance, and as old tears dripped down her face, I tasted the salt on my tongue.

I hadn’t kissed her like this in so long.

I wasn’t even sure if it was real.

My hands gripped her slender waist, and I lifted her up effortlessly. I pulled her leg around my waist, anchoring her to me as I carried her down the hallway and to my bedroom. The pain in my shoulder didn’t hurt me at all, not when my mind focused on the beautiful woman in my arms.

My feet tapped against the hardwood floor, and our heavy breathing filled the narrow hallway. She kissed me harder as I carried her to bed, excited to feel me sink between her legs just the way I used to every single morning and night.

I moved to the bed and pressed her back into the mattress, my lips never leaving hers. I’d slept in this bed alone since she left, never having any visitors to fight the loneliness. The only company I ever had was my hand—and that wasn’t as good as the real thing.

My hand moved up her dress until I touched her thong. Soft and lacy, it was just as I remembered before I even looked at them. This one was black, one of my favorite pairs. I pulled it over her luscious ass and down her gorgeous legs.

I was hard just from touching her panties, from undressing her so I could enjoy her. She was a present that I got to open, and instead of seeing the gift right away, I took my time. I pulled her dress off next, revealing more of that beautiful olive skin. Dark and unblemished, her smooth skin was sweet like honey. When I got it off, I visualized the gorgeous curves I used to enjoy every night. With perky tits, a slender stomach, and endless curves, she was exactly as I remembered. She’d lost some weight, but that didn’t distract me from the obvious beauty underneath me.

My lips ached to kiss her everywhere, to pleasure my tongue with her taste. It’d been so long since I’d had a woman, since I’d been buried between a beautiful woman’s legs. An eternity had passed, and looking at her tested my resolve. My mouth immediately went to the valley of her tits, and I dragged my tongue everywhere, tasting her exquisite flesh. I devoured her tits aggressively, kissing those womanly curves and sucking the nipples until they were raw.

She writhed underneath me, digging her nails through my t-shirt and moaning like she’d never been touched before. Her fingers moved into the back of my hair, and she shoved each boob into my mouth, like she couldn’t get enough of me fast enough. Her excitement matched mine, and she squeezed my hips with her thighs. “Griffin…god.” I wasn’t even inside her yet, and she was about to come from my mouth.

My lips trailed down her stomach until I reached the apex of her thighs. With the same enthusiasm, she pulled my face between her legs and pressed into me, her head rolling back with ecstasy.

I ate her pussy with vigor, having missed her unique taste. Her arousal continued to pool between her legs, and she didn’t need my wetness at all, but I wanted her anyway. I wanted to claim every inch of her, to erase anyone else she had been since I’d been gone. I circled her clit a few times, making her spine shiver and her words emerge as a whimper. I wanted to make her come, to make her call at my name, but my cock wanted to feel her squeeze around me as she exploded.

The second my mouth was gone, she viciously yanked my shirt over my head. She clawed at it with her nails, scratching my skin in the process. She moved for my jeans next, her hands shaking in her impatience to get me naked. She finally pushed them down along with my boxers.

She stared at my cock without shame, looking at it like it was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. She licked her lips then moaned, moaned like he was already buried inside her. “God…get inside me.” She pulled me on top of her and widened her legs to give my hips the room they needed.

I knew she wanted me, but I’d never seen her look at me quite like that. After putting my weight on my hands and positioning myself against her, I pointed the swollen head of my cock inside her and pushed.

So fucking wet.

And tight.

It was so tight I had to push slowly so I could sink inside her.

We didn’t have the conversation about where we’d been and if we’d been tested. It didn’t seem like it mattered right now because nothing was going to stop us from being together.

She clawed at my chest as she felt me squeeze through her soft flesh. “Yes…yes…yes.” She looked up at me, her mouth open from moaning right in my face. “Jesus Christ…yes.” She’d missed my cock as much as I missed giving it to her.

I kept sinking, getting reacquainted with her cunt. I didn’t remember her being this tight. The first time I fucked her, it was like breaking in a virgin, but after that, her pussy formed to my cock. Now I was breaking her in all over again. That could only mean one thing.

She hadn’t been fucking anyone else.

It didn’t matter to me whether she had or hadn’t. She’d always been mine, even if another man enjoyed her. I could make her forget he ever existed, forget his name like she didn’t know it in the first place.

I kept sinking until I reached her cervix.

“Griffin.” She locked her ankles together around my waist, her heels driving into my back as she tugged on me. Her nails dragged down my back, making indentations in the skin. Her lower back twitched, and her cunt squeezed me like a snake suffocating its prey. “Oh…god.” She locked her gaze on mine as she came around my dick, slathering my length with her slick arousal. We weren’t moving together, idle in our positions as our bodies absorbed on another. I could have started to thrust, but watching her come the second my dick was inside her was more than enough.

Her orgasm seemed to stretch on for so long. She kept clawing my back as she finished, her gorgeous face putting on a performance I would never forget. She was writhing from the pleasure of our union, just the feeling of my dick enough to make her explode.

I waited until she was done, until her screams subsided.

The pleasure slowly passed, but her eyes remained on me. She stopped carving my back with her fingernails and stared at me as she caught her breath. There was no shame in the look, no apology for hitting her threshold instead of waiting for me to join her.

And that was exactly how I liked her—unapologetic.

With my dick soaking wet, I started to thrust inside her. Through her soft flesh and slickness, my cock slid in and out. It’d been so long I forgot how incredible her pussy felt. When it was just us together, skin to skin, it was the most pleasurable experience. When we moved together like this, I couldn’t just feel her tight cunt. I could feel her beating heart, her broken soul, and the endless feelings that swirled through her body. We were connected on a primal level, just man and woman. I looked into her eyes as I thrust inside her, as I made love to her at a slow and steady pace.

“Griffin.” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke, her breath heavy with arousal. “I love you…so damn much.”

I didn’t stop rocking, didn’t stop pressing her into the mattress with my weight. My cock was harder than it’d ever been over the last three months. My hard-ons had been watered down with depression. Even the pictures I’d kept of her couldn’t give me as much as pleasure as she did right now. “Baby, I love you.” I’d missed telling her that, missed hearing her say it to me. They were words we didn’t exchange often because it seemed obvious in everything we did and said. It gave those beautiful words even more meaning.

“I miss feeling your come inside me.” She grabbed my ass and pulled me harder into her, tugging on me so she could get my length deeper and deeper with each pull. She widened her legs for me, spreading them farther so she could accommodate more of my girth. “Griffin, I want it.”

My hand moved into her hair, and I fisted it aggressively, yanking slightly so I could direct her gaze on me completely. I didn’t sleep with anyone while she was gone because I had a ridiculous notion I might get her back. I didn’t because I knew it wouldn’t be good like this, that the women would be nothing compared to her. If I was fucking a woman, I would picture Vanessa underneath me. I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my head. If I could really pretend she was there, then the sex would be good. But no woman would ever live up to Vanessa, not in looks and not in attitude. So I tugged on her harder, dominating her and claiming her as mine. There was nothing I wanted more than to give her my come every single night, to make it stain the sheets underneath us. Her pussy was the only one I wanted to stuff.

“Come inside me,” she begged, speaking against my mouth.

I hooked my arms behind her knees and bent her at a deeper angle, hitting her good and hard with every thrust. I smashed her clit and crushed the headboard, giving it to her just the way she asked. I wanted to dump my come inside my woman, but I wasn’t going to cross the threshold until she came with me.

She started to claw my back again, evidence of her impending orgasm. It was her signature move in the missionary position. I knew that because I remembered everything about her, all the details that lesser men would have forgotten. I knew how to make my woman come. She moved her face into my chest and sank her teeth into my collarbone. She ignited in a blaze, screaming and clawing at the same time. She bucked against me, her pussy clenching me. She came just as hard as she had minutes ago, maybe even harder.

My dick couldn’t take it anymore, and I finally exploded. The climax started from my stomach and then hit my balls. The pleasure before the actual explosion was so deep, so good, that I actually groaned in her face. Coming inside my woman was so much better than releasing inside a soft tissue. Her tight cunt was much better than my callused hand. My head exploded, and I dumped mounds inside her, stuffing her with more come than I’d ever produced for her. I gave it to her good and deep, all the muscles in my back tightening because it felt so right. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Only one woman could make me feel this way, could make me paralyzed with pleasure. My hand still gripped her hair because I wasn’t ready to let her go. I was satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in months. My cock immediately started to soften after the powerful orgasm had passed, but I wasn’t finished.

She wasn’t finished either. She hooked her arms around my neck and locked her ankles together once more. Her lips crushed against mine as she kissed me like it was the first time all over again. “Again.”