![]() From beneath my head I grab the pillow, watching him, watching me, his eyes turning bemused as a little frown forms on his brow. I smile, doing the only thing I can think of to lighten the mood. ![]() Affected as I am myself, I feel it should be an utterly happy moment. I sense the weight of it around us, he’s overcome, so touched that it moves me to tears, but it’s the last thing I want to do. When our racing breaths slow down I catch him staring at me, his expression still baring the enormity of what we just shared. He kisses my head, but the gravity of the moment doesn’t lend itself to words. Dissatisfied with even the smallest distance between us he pulls me into his side, fitting me to his form. The searing connection of our lovemaking leaves us spent, panting when Christian withdraws, falling back onto the bed beside me.
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