Until my Last Breath

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His lips are on mine like a breaking point.

Like everything we've refused to say is suddenly set on fire.

When he kisses me, it's not slow. It's crashing. Our mouths move like magnets too long denied, pulling each other in like the world depends on it.

It tastes like longing. Like hurt. Like ten months of love that's grown too big to carry alone.

"I missed you," Gavi says, breathless, voice shaking. His hand's on my waist, tightening. "You don't understand-I missed you so much today."

I look at him, lips barely parted, eyes already blurry. "Then show me," I whisper.

He freezes for a second. His gaze softens. "Rita..."

But I reach for him again, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, pressing my forehead to his.

"I need you," I whisper. "I want this. You. Tonight."

His eyes close slowly. A sigh slips from his chest like he's been holding it all day.

"Are you sure?" he whispers, one hand moving to my jaw, the other resting against my ribs like he's afraid I might disappear.

I nod, barely breathing. "Yes."

This time, his kiss is slower. Tender. Reverent.

We barely make it to the bed, our limbs tangled in half-kisses, half-stumbles. He keeps stopping to look at me, searching my face for hesitation. But there's none. Only burning want.

Then comes the moment.

His hand brushes the hem of my shirt. He hesitates.

I place my hand over his. "It's okay."

We remove each other's clothes slowly. Carefully. Like each layer is a secret only we're allowed to share. And when I take off his shirt and finally, finally, see him-really see him-I forget how to breathe.

Every muscle, every scar, every line-I want to kiss all of it.

And when he unhooks my bra, his breath actually stutters. He stops. His hands shake.

"Rita..." he whispers, like he's seeing the sky for the first time. "You're... god, you're beautiful."

I look away, shy, and he brings a hand under my chin, lifting my face. "No. Don't hide from me. Not tonight."

Then his lips are on my collarbone. My chest. My stomach. His hands slide down my hips, slow, featherlight, making me shiver. And when he slips off the last piece of clothing, he just... stops.

His mouth parts slightly. He looks wrecked. In awe. Like I've undone him completely.

"Jesus," he breathes. "You're perfect. I don't even know how to touch you without losing my mind."

I pull him down to kiss me again because if he keeps saying things like that, I'll fall apart before we even begin.

The heat builds like something sacred. Our kisses deepen. His body presses against mine with gentle precision. He lines himself up and pauses, eyes locked with mine.

"I'll go slow," he says. "I promise. Tell me the second it's too much."

I nod, biting my lip. "Okay."

But nothing prepares me.

The second he pushes in, even a little, a shock of pain bolts through my lower stomach. My hand flies to his arm instinctively.

"Fuck-Gavi-" I gasp, breath catching. Tears sting my eyes instantly. "That-hurts."

He freezes. Panic floods his face.