My Runaway Mafia Groom Wants Me Back
She meets me thrust for thrust, her body moving with mine in perfect rhythm.
We've made love before, many times, but this feels different.
More intense, more connected. Like we're finally, completely one.
"I love you," I whisper against her throat, and she pulls my face up to hers.
"I love you too," she replies, and then we're beyond words, beyond thought, beyond everything except the feeling of being completely connected to each other.
When we reach that peak together, it's with an intensity that leaves us both shaking.
I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms, both of us breathing hard.