Sally's POV
In the aftermath, as the final tremors fade between our intertwined bodies, Karl refuses to release me. He remains buried within me, his arms forming a protective cocoon as though any loosening of his grip might cause me to vanish into thin air. His mouth continues its gentle assault on my throat, pressing tender kisses against the skin he marked as his own. Every caress feels like a sacred promise that nothing in existence will separate us again.
The tears arrive without warning, streaming down my face as overwhelming emotion crashes through me. Through our newly forged connection, I experience everything. His profound devotion and worship of me mingles with the agony he endured during our separation. The crushing isolation that consumed him. The sharp ache that pierced his chest each morning when he woke without me beside him. The constant yearning, and the incredible willpower required to stay distant from me.
