Dane
For the first time in his life, he saw stars from sheer pleasure. His body throbbed, first with ecstacy, then with a rush of relief and joy so extreme, he couldn't get enough oxygen for a minute and his breath began to wheeze. It was as if his skin couldn't contain the rush of feelings, and it threatened to split and spill him out into the air.
"Lila," he gasped.
His elbows were still braced above her shoulders, and he'd dropped his head against her temple, his fingers in her hair, panting her name, shivering with his release, and with disbelief that she was here. She was really here. They had made it. Somehow, impossibly, they had made it.
For a moment he let that sink in. They had won. They had truly won. His father had sworn this moment would never come for them, and yet, here they were. Not only together and healthy—at least in body—but still… together. Unified. Still attached.
The fucker had lost.
