He closed his eyes before he released a quiet breath. His other hand tunneled into my hair, and he held himself on top of me, the special moment continuing even when the words were part of the past.
His mouth pressed a gentle kiss to mine before he raised his head back and looked into my face once more, a brand-new look in his eyes, like he was a brand-new man, complete because of the words I echoed back to him.
His thumb caught one tear as it dripped from the corner of my eye toward my ear. He smeared it away before his hand gripped my thigh and pinned it into place, his mouth moving over mine in a slow kiss.
He tilted his hips and guided himself inside, slowly, gently, deeply.
It was like our first time…because it was our first time.
We were different people.
Both vulnerable, both honest, both real.
My hands moved into his hair, and I kissed him as he made love to me, as he rocked me gently into the bed and took every piece of my heart for himself, to protect, to care for. Other women had been in this bed before me, but I knew I was the only one who mattered. I was the only one he’d taken like this, the only one he whispered those words to.
I hadn’t thought I could ever feel this raw emotion, not after the way I’d been ripped apart. I’d been numb, unable to feel anything ever again. When you were broken like that, you never put yourself back together; you never felt anything so intense for another person.
But it happened…and it was stronger than before.
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