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His skin against mine, his low throaty moan, his shaky breath in my ear, his scent, all chipped away at the fortress I’d tried to build around my heart. His hips moved, sinking in and gliding out, in slow, languid motions, allowing me to savor the feel of us.
    Us? Could I do it?
    “God... I’ve missed you.” The declaration escaped his lips on a breath just before he captured my earlobe between his teeth. He squeezed me tighter. His pelvis pressed against mine, pinning me to the bed as his crescendo built with deep, rhythmic thrusts. “Forgive me. Please... Let me hear you say it isn’t over.” He sucked in a breath. “Tell me I haven’t lost you.” He exhaled.
    Overwhelmed with the feel of him surrounding me, with his emotions laid bare, he was impossible to deny.
    “I’m right here.”
    He moaned. “Yes, I know, but that’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
    I drew my legs around him tighter and dug my fingers into his shoulders. When he raised up on his arms, lifting his head to gauge my expression, I surrendered. “I’m yours, my king.”
    “Oh...God.” His kiss was brutal and his grip crushing as he drove himself deeper into me, punishing thrust after punishing thrust. His movements felt as though he were trying to fuse us into one being—one soul.
    I reached down and placed my hands on his ass, urging him impossibly closer. He kissed my neck, sucked the tender spot behind my ear, and then growled, “Prove it. Come for me.” He shifted his hips and set a pace sure to conquer me.
    Between his moans of pleasure he whispered, “I love you, Elaine. I’m never letting you go.”
    His reassurance was my undoing. I quaked in his arms, gripping him, driving him deeper. My head swam in euphoric delight, and my worries from earlier seemed miniscule in the moment. He was the only thing I needed.
    He rode me through my pleasure and his stamina never eased.
    I lifted my head and kissed his neck, clutching him to me tighter.
    “Go ahead, Xavier, let go. Give me all of you.”
    He groaned. “Oh, Elaine... Let me hear you say it. Say you love me.”
    The words had always been important to him. I had already lost the war. One last defeat would make no difference to me, but to him this concession meant everything. Could I put my pride and anger aside to give him what he needed?
    I ran my hands up his smooth back, over his shoulders, and cupped his face, forcing him to look at me.
    He did not relent, withholding his release until he heard the words he needed.
    “Yes, Xavier... I love you. I wouldn’t have been so angry if I didn’t.”
    “Oh, Elaine...” He tossed his head back. I gripped his arms, and they stiffened, the muscles trembling as he rose above me. His pelvis slammed against mine and he bit his lip as he came.
    I squeezed my muscles around him.
    He tossed his head back and released. His cum, hot and wet, filled my depths. His eyes went wide and he stared at me. His chest labored with heavy breaths. Nearly panting, he said, “Please don’t ever deny me those words.” Sadness laced his expression. “Please.”
    I found his request perplexing since he, of all people, should know how meaningless words could be. I held back my sarcastic chuckle based on the intensity of his stare alone. “OK. But...why are they so important to you? People lie so easily.”
    Propping himself up on one arm, he placed his hand on my cheek and stroked the skin with this thumb. “But you don’t. I know when you tell me you love me, you mean what you say and to have gone a lifetime without ever hearing those words...”
    “No one has ever told you they loved you?” I tried not to sound rude in my disbelief.
    He lay against my chest and rolled us onto our sides. He slipped out of me in the process, but stayed pressed against my body, then grabbed my leg and draped the exhausted limb over his hip. “Who would tell me, Elaine? Not my original parents, and I was almost an adult when I was adopted. Lydia...she