His father’s obsession with me
“Even with the secrecy. Especially with it. It makes every moment with you feel stolen and precious.”
I kissed him deeply, pouring all my love into it. We made love again—slow and romantic this time, savoring every touch, every sigh. His hands explored me like he was memorizing me, his thrusts deep and measured, eyes never leaving mine. “I love you,” he groaned as we reached the peak together, holding each other through the waves of pleasure.
Afterward, as I drifted off in his arms, safe and warm, I knew this was worth every risk. The Rivera name was protected for now. Our secret was ours alone. And in the quiet of his dorm, with Mia still away, I had found my home in him.
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