Sarra's POV"Less talking," I murmured against Ronan's lips.He didn't need to be told twice.His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head slowly, carefully avoiding my injured hand. I helped with my good hand, suddenly impatient."Easy," he said softly. "We have all night.""I don't want easy." I tugged at his shirt. "I want you."He smiled against my mouth and let me pull his shirt off. Then his hands were on me again, sliding down my sides, learning the shape of me like it was the first time.This felt different from before. Slower. More deliberate. Like he was trying to memorize every inch of my skin.When we finally came together, it wasn't desperate or rushed. It was something else entirely—something that made my chest ache in the best way.He whispered my name like a prayer. I held him close with my good hand, feeling his heartbeat against mine.Afterwards, we lay tangled in the sheets, neither of us speaking. Just breathing together in the dark."I love you,
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