Amelia’s POVHis mouth was everywhere—urgent, reverent—and my back arched like a live wire pulled too tight. “God, Amelia,” Cayden breathed against my throat, voice hoarse, “your eyes—look at me. Please. Let me drown in them.” I did. I let him. And when our eyes locked, his rhythm faltered, deepened, roughened, like he needed to bury himself. He looked at me like I was the only thing worth remembering in the world, and I felt like I was floating. The world blurred as my legs trembled around his waist. Seconds later, he collapsed beside me, chest heaving, arm flung over his eyes. I watched him, beautiful, his skin slick with sweat, as I tried to catch my breath too. This… was my own slice of heaven. I turned to snuggle up against him, put my head on his chest as was our routine. I breathed a small sigh of contentment, unable to stop a silly smile from crossing my features as he pulled me closer. “God—” he muttered, catching his breath. “I’m going to miss this.” I looked up at hi
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