Her moans turned to whimpers, her body quaking around him, every emotion tangled in the knot of their bodies. "I love you, you bastard," she breathed against his mouth. "I hate that I do. I hate that I still want you like this… even if you become a monster."
And then, she kissed him like she was sealing a vow, like she needed him just as badly as he needed her. Their movements grew wild—no rhythm, no grace—just raw need and desperate love. Two broken souls trying to meet somewhere between fury and forgiveness.
Her climax hit her hard, and she cried out his name like a confession, like a curse.
And when he came, clutching her to him like he'd die if he let go, she heard it—the words whispered into her neck, trembling:
"You're my everything, Reana. Please… can you accept me like that?" His voice trembled. "You're the reason I'm still breathing. The reason there's even a shred of decency left in me. And that decency… it's all I've ever shown you. All I can show you."
