The same phrases he used in the letter he left me all those months ago.
“I love you, Cohen. ”
“And I love you, Dani-girl. And I you. ”
I drop my head and take his lips in a slow, deep kiss. Our tongues go together as our breaths mingle. We take the kiss as deep as we can barring physically fusing together.
He flips us so that he’s on top, and his hips rock gently against my core. He’s cautious no longer to put his full weight on my stomach, however he makes positive every inch that can contact is touching.
“Wrap your legs round me, baby,” he demands, breaking from the kiss for just seconds till I do what he’s asked. “Just like that,” he says, and I sense him develop even tougher against me.
He strikes in opposition to me till I’m seconds away from coming undone. My whole physique is
