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him to get a good night’s sleep.

“I just want to hold on to you. Unless you want to talk?”

He rubs his big hands in circles on my back. “I don’t want to talk. I want to make love to my woman and then fall asleep with her in my arms and be certain of one fucking thing,” he says and then pulls me down deeper into his lap and presses me against his rock-hard erection.

“Yeah, baby, we can do that,” I whisper and press a kiss to his neck and then another. His hands grab a hold of the huge T-shirt I’m wearing and pull it up and over my head. I’m completely naked and when he pulls the sheet off him, I find that he is, too.

His cock slides between the swollen lips of my pussy right away and he cups my neck and takes my lips in a kiss. His tongue teases my lips before it slips inside my mouth and kisses me deep and slow.

I rock back and forth on his cock, each time getting closer to my opening until I finally lower myself onto him.

This, the first breach, is always such an experience. A masterclass in the worthiness of a little pain. The pleasure I know is coming is like nothing I’ve ever known. He grabs my hip and pulls me down all the way and pulls us chest to chest.

I roll my hips, seat myself at just the right angle and then burrow into him. He cups my head and brings his lips to my ear. The soft hair on his chest rubs my nipples, his cock feels like it’s swelling inside of me and his tongue traces the shell of my ear in a slow back-and-forth sweep.

A rash of gooseflesh breaks out over my skin and I shiver.

“I love you,” I tell him in a husky voice and roll my hips again.

“Fuck, I needed to hear that. I love you so fucking much,” he says and thrusts up deep, but gentle.

Our love is expanding, gaining dimension, changing color. Becoming clearer every day.

“Your happy ending is with me.” I lift myself up and fall back down.

“Of course it is. Tell me who you are,” he asks.

So I tell him with each up and down of my hips that I hated my life without him in it.

I fuck him and tell him that I love him without limit.

When I come on his cock and with his name pouring from my throat, I tell him that I love him because he never stopped loving me.

When he comes inside of me, with his eyes holding mine, I know he never will.

Chapter 39

ALL LEGENDS ARE LIES

REMI

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We’ve been curled up in bed binge watching Game of Thrones on her laptop all day. I’ve dozed off a dozen times and wake up when Kal shakes me awake. She’s lying on her side, cradling her head in her hand, her small naked body stretched out like a meal next to mine.

“Are you okay?” She stretches, the tips of her breasts get caught in the beam of sunlight that’s cutting through the window and my mouth waters.

“I’m okay,” I say and reach down and take her nipple in between my fingers. She winces and I let go. She grasps my retreating fingers.

“You sucked them raw last night.” She puts my open palm over her breast and I see the bruises my finger left last night.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I was too rough—” She presses a finger to my lips and shakes her head at me.

“Shhh. My body is yours. However you need it. But, I want to take a shower and eat. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, and we should probably go to the grocery store. I want you and Bianca to stay here at my house when she comes, but I have no food.”

Her smile falters. “Let’s talk about it, later. Okay?” She swings her legs over the side of the bed and is closing the bathroom door before I can respond.

“Okay,” I say to the back of the door as it closes. The water starts running and I sit back against the headboard. That was strange.

I minimize the screen on her computer and open her browser to check my email. Just as the browser opens, a document titled RWilde on her desktop catches my eye.

I close the browser and only hesitate for a second before I open the document.

It’s an essay of some sort, the bold title is underlined, The Legend and The