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CONTRACTED ❤️‍🔥🌿🛍️
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♟️ Spark's Library 2026

✍️By Authoress Lenity Faithful

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

PHOEBE'S POINT OF VIEW

Adam kissed me back like he had been waiting for this moment as long as I had.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him as I pushed his shirt open. My fingers moved over his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the fast beat of his heart. Everything I had been holding back the jealousy, the frustration, the deep want poured into that kiss.

He groaned softly against my lips. For a second I thought he would take control, but he let me lead, matching my urgency without rushing me.

“Phoebe…” he breathed when we broke apart. His voice was rough, eyes dark. “Are you sure?”

I didn’t answer with words.

I pushed him gently toward the bed. He sat down and I climbed onto his lap, my hands still exploring his shoulders, his chest. He let me. His own hands slid under my shirt, warm and steady on my waist.

“I’m tired of being scared,” I whispered against his mouth. “I want you. I want this.”

Adam pulled back just enough to look at me. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes stayed gentle.

“Then we do this together,” he said softly. “No rushing. If you want to stop, we stop. Okay?”

I nodded and kissed him again, slower this time. Deeper. His hands moved carefully, lifting my shirt over my head. Cool air touched my skin, but his warmth followed right after. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, every touch full of love and patience.

I felt exposed. Vulnerable. But safe.

His fingers traced my spine, gentle and reverent. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against my skin. “So damn beautiful.”

Tears slipped from my eyes. “I… I have scars.”

Adam looked at me, eyes soft. “So what if you have scars? Every one of them is a victory. You survived him. You’re here with me. That’s all that matters.”

He flipped us gently so I was beneath him. He hovered over me, eyes locked on mine, making sure I was still with him every step of the way.

“I love you,” he whispered. “No matter what. Always.”

I pulled him down, wrapping my legs around him.

“I love you too,” I breathed.

And for the first time, I wasn’t thinking about the past.

I was only thinking about him.

About us.

Adam was gentle. Soft. Sweet. He replaced every bad memory with a kiss, every old fear with a whisper of love. I waited for the panic to come… but it never did.

My body wanted him just as much as my heart did.

He touched me in ways I didn’t think were possible. I moaned softly into the night with every slow thrust, every kiss, every quiet “I love you” he breathed against my skin.

There was no fear.

Only us.

Only healing.

The next morning I woke up slowly, feeling warm and safe. Then I realized something.

Adam was completely naked beside me.

My eyes widened. Heat rushed to my face so fast I thought I would combust. I stared at his bare back, the strong lines of his shoulders, the way the sheet barely covered his hips. Memories from last night flooded my mind his hands, his voice, the way he looked at me.

Oh God.

I tried to slip out of bed quietly, cheeks burning red. I needed a second. Just one second to breathe and hide my embarrassment.

But before my feet could touch the floor, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back.

“Where are you running to, baby?” Adam’s voice was husky with sleep, low and amused.

I squeaked, falling back against his chest. He turned me gently so I was facing him. His eyes were half-open, a lazy smile playing on his lips. Very naked. Very unbothered.

“Adam!” I whispered, trying to cover my face with my hands. “You’re… you’re naked!”

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. He pulled my hands away from my face, grinning.

“And you’re blushing like it’s the first time you’ve seen me,” he teased. “After all those pretty mo*ns you gave me last night?”

My mouth fell open. “Adam!”

He laughed softly and kissed my burning cheek. “What? You were so beautiful. Especially when you got on top and”

“Stop!” I covered his mouth with my hand, mortified but laughing at the same time. “You are shameless. I can’t believe you.”

He gently moved my hand away, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why are you shy now? You were very bold last night, Mrs. Whitmore. Taking charge like that… I liked it.”

I buried my face in his chest, groaning in embarrassment. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. His arms wrapped around me tighter, one hand stroking my back soothingly. “You love me. And I love hearing every sound you make. Don’t hide from me, Phoebe. Not after last night.”

I peeked up at him, still red-faced. He was watching me with so much love and amusement that my heart melted despite everything.

“You’re really going to tease me about this forever, aren’t you?” I mumbled.

“Probably,” he admitted with a grin. “But only because you’re adorable when you’re shy.”

He leaned down and kissed me softly, slow and sweet, chasing away the last bits of my embarrassment. I kissed him back, relaxing into his arms.

Last night was beautiful.

And this morning, even with his shameless teasing… it felt right.

I finally managed to slip out of bed, my legs a little shaky. Adam was already in the bathroom. I could hear the shower running.

I walked in quietly. Steam filled the air. He stood under the water, back to me, water sliding down his shoulders. My heart did a strange flip.

Before I could say anything, he turned and saw me. A slow smile spread across his face. He reached out, took my hand, and gently pulled me into the shower with him.

The warm water hit my skin. Adam backed me gently against the tiled wall, his body shielding me from the spray. His hands rested on either side of my head, caging me in, but his eyes were so soft.

“Phoebe,” he whispered, voice low and full of emotion. “Look at me.”

I did. My chest felt tight.

“Every time you feel scared,” he said, brushing wet strands of hair from my face, “I want you to remember this. My hands on you are safe. My body against yours is safe. I will never take from you. I will only give. Only love.”

Tears mixed with the water on my cheeks.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, then my temple, then the corner of my eye.

“Gary took things from you that he had no right to take,” he continued, voice gentle but steady. “But he doesn’t live here anymore. Not in this body. Not in these hands. Not in this heart. This… us… this is new. This is ours.”

He kissed me slowly, deeply, like he was sealing every word into my soul. His hands roamed with passion that made me smile.

“I love every part of you,” he whispered against my lips. “The parts that are still healing. The parts that are still scary. The parts that are brave enough to try. You are safe with me. Always.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight as the water poured over us. He was so patient, so careful, so full of love. Every touch replaced something broken. Every kiss pushed the old shadows further away.

He had me up against the walls, our hands joint sweetly as he pleasured me.

My man.

My crown, my peace, my husband. The man who waited for me, who held my hand through every fear.

His strokes made me see what it truly felt like to be touched by a man. Soft, gentle, slow, hard fast ..and then we were there. Right where he wanted me. At the peak.

When it was over, I cried in his arms.

Real, heavy tears that shook my whole body. Adam held me close under the warm water, one hand stroking my back, the other cradling my head against his chest.

“I love you,” I sobbed against his skin. “I love you so much, Adam. Thank you for being gentle with me. Thank you for waiting. Thank you for… seeing me.”

He kissed the top of my head, holding me even tighter.

“I love you more,” he whispered. “And I’ll keep loving you through every scar, every fear, every step of healing. You’re not broken, baby. You’re becoming. And I’m honored to be here with you.”

We stayed like that for a long time naked, honest, wrapped in each other, under the shower spray.

I was healing, with my gorgeous and sweat husband.

My man.

TBC

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