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lost again.
    I clung to him as though he were my only lifeline. Every smack of his cock against my cervix had my back attempting to bow into the ecstasy of him.
    But he didn’t let me. I was on top, but he was in control. He didn’t boss me around. He didn’t say it. But he owned my body , my heart, all of me.

    Chapter Twenty-Four
    Madelyn
    Faster and harder, harder, faster, the dampness of our flesh had us slipping and sliding around each other, had me grabbing at him in desperation. Pleasure and pain seemed to blur in that moment. I felt suspended, lost in the give and take motion, lost in the strength of his cords, lost in the feel of him inside me, curled around me. My heart pumped faster, racing in cadence with my suddenly loud pulse.
    It was getting harder to breath, harder to feel where Taylor ended and I began. It was getting harder and harder to let go of him in any capacity. “Oh, fuck, Tay.” My voice was lost in the sounds of our two bodies sliding over each other in a dangerous fury, lost in the rapid beat of flesh slapping flesh.
    His tiny grunts were sexy and seemed to push me closer and closer. The way he held me so protectively, the way he remained focused on me amidst his own need, the way his muscles flexed and rolled around me…everything he did made me want him more, made me want more.
    Until there was no more for him to give.
    Until I was thrown over the edge.
    I cried out, arching into his strength, into his touch, into him, as hot pleasure scorched my veins. I trembled beneath the magnitude of my release; my pussy convulsed around his incessantly fucking cock. Wave after wave of eroticism, of blissful release, rolled through me. I couldn’t see; my flesh prickled, ultra sensitive to every graze of his flesh against me, my pulse deafened my ears, making every sound seem far away, including his guttural cry.
    He reduced to slow, harsh drives into me. His heart beat rapidly beneath me. His hands closed around the opposite hip, his arms still firmly crossing over me and keeping me in place.
    We both expelled a sigh of satisfaction as he came to stop.
    My body felt weak, weary and worn, but satiated. Completely and utterly gratified.
    All of the tension left with my orgasm. I relaxed against him, not the least bit concerned about crushing him or making it more difficult for him to breath. I was content to lay here, under the bright light, fully exposed to him.
    But he had other ideas.
    H e slipped out from under me on the left side, depositing my head on the pillows as he bowed around me from the side. He lifted on one elbow, staring down at me. A firm hand started at my chest and glided down, over my stomach and further to circle my hip. He gently cupped the widest point of me as he leaned in and claimed my lips. It was a simple kiss yet it seemed to hold a world of emotion behind it.
    Releasing my lips, he pressed his forehead to mine.
    One heavy breath. Two. Three. Four.
    “I-” He kissed me again, this time with more force, as if he needed it for courage.
    This strong soldier needed me. And damn if I didn’t want to be there for him.
    I framed his face with my hands; his stubble pricked my palms as I hoisted myself into his kiss.
    Again, he released my lips and pressed his forehead to mine, but this time I held him.
    One heavy breath. Two. Three. Four.
    “I love you, Madelyn.” It was blurted in one quick exhale, but it didn’t detract from the sentiment.
    I felt the famil iar burn of tears in my eyes as my chest compressed. We’d exchanged seventy-seven e-mails in five months, and somewhere among those seventy-seven, we stopped exchanging words and began sharing pieces of ourselves. And it was moments ago that I’d given him the final piece of me.
    Sergeant First Class Taylor Russell owned all of me, especially my heart.
    My lips curled into a smile. I was barely able to keep the happy tears at bay. “I love you, too.”
    He angled back, taking me in. He searched my face, looking for