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Pinned by his weight, owned, surrounded, claimed, with her body still shuddering with delicious aftershocks, she reveled in his possession. He ground his hips into her core one last time, and chuckled at her gasp of pleasure.
"Look at me, baby."
Her eyes flew open at his whispered command, and she lost herself in the tenderness of his amber gaze. How she'd missed him, missed this connection they had. She wasn't herself when he wasn't with her. When he snug into her bed, naked and aroused, that morning, she'd squealed her delight.
He'd taken her hard and fast, branding her, making her his, but this time, they had made love— a slow torturous joining of their bodies and minds that had tears of joy seeping from her eyes. He kissed the tears away, and rested his forehead on hers, their breaths mingling, as he softened inside her.
She moaned her denial, and he smiled.
"Give me a minute, baby. I'm not done with you yet.
She smiled through her tears, and he kissed her with so much passion and tenderness, she sighed her contentment into his mouth.
The crash from the room next door broke the moment.
"Daddy is home!"
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