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She doesn’t make me ask twice and shifts her legs wide. I yank her knees to the edge of the bed.

In one hard, firm thrust, I’m home.

“Fuck,” I groan and feel her body mold to my cock and stay planted deep. “I missed you so damn much, and it’s only been a day.”

She presses into me. “I missed you.”

I pull out and slam back in. “You don’t know where my mind went for the last day. By the time I got here, I was determined to do anything I could to make you mine.”

“Hmm, yes,” she croons as I start to take her.

I slam into her with each thrust harder than the last. Every time I go deeper, she threads herself into my soul.

Tighter.

In knots so tight and intricate, I couldn’t undo it if I wanted to.

I’ll never be the same. Not that I’d want to be.

She rocks on my cock as I enter her.

Harder.

Savage.

Unrestrained.

She wants it as much as I do.

When my balls tighten, and I can’t take it another moment, I come. When I pry my eyes open and look down, all I see is us.

As one.

My grip bites into her skin with a hold so firm, my knuckles turn white.

I pry my fingers from her and fall forward. My chest is clammy against her slim back. And without breaking our connection, I shift her up the bed and hold her against my chest, still inside of her.

We say nothing as our breaths even.

I wrap her up, my forearm angled up the middle of her body, and circle my fingers loosely around her neck.

Her pulse might as well become one with mine.

As if she feels it too, a light touch hits my arm and dances up my skin until her fingers wrap around my wrist.

I press my lips to the top of her head. “You okay?”

She nods, but it’s small as her chest heaves with a shaky breath.

My chest tightens again. Fuck. I thought we’d crossed a hurdle.

Not just a hurdle.

Thehurdle.

“Goldie, what’s wrong?”

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