They collapsed together at last—panting heavily, bodies tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, utterly spent yet profoundly connected.
"I love you more than words," she whispered softly, pressing tender kisses to his lips. "Thank you for never stopping—for always giving me everything I crave."
"I love you even more," he murmured in reply, stroking her hair reverently. "My perfect, endless, irreplaceable wife."
The room remained wrapped in the deep, velvet darkness of an endless night. No hint of dawn dared intrude. The twins slept on in their crib, breathing soft and steady, lost in dreams. Time had ceased to matter. There was only the bed, the heat of their bodies, the slick sounds of skin on skin, and Ai's voice—hoarse, desperate, insatiable—filling the air with plea after plea.
