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His laughter rumbles through my clit; my body moves of its own volition, pushing back against his face. “You lie so prettily, but we both know the only thing you want more than my fingers and tongue right now is my cock.”

His rumbling voice along with the words coming from his delicious mouth make goosebumps erupt all over my skin. Then he curls his fingers inside me, and I’m gone.

“Fuck youuu,” I groan as I orgasm.

“I will, Andrea. As soon as you stop coming. Because I fucking own you.”

Tears slip down my cheeks. At this moment, there’s only me and him in the world. His fingers inside me, his insistent tongue on my clit, his voice, and his words in my head. At this moment, he does own me.

He waits for my body to stop convulsing before he withdraws his hand and mouth. Then he crawls up until his thighs are cradling mine, not hesitating before he pushes the broad head of his cock into me. He’s so big that my inner muscles flutter around him frantically; he stretches me to the point of pain.

“Hudson, hold on,” I gasp, my hand shooting out to hold his thigh. “You’re too big, go slow.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Get up.” His wide palm spans my belly; he uses it to pull me up until I’m resting against his chest. It does make taking him in easier, but his arms tighten around me, and his cock jerks inside me. “That might have been a bad idea,” he bites out.

“Why?” I ask, licking my lips as I rock back against him.

“My grasp on self-control…is very precarious,” he stammers. “You should be used to me by now.” Before I can reply, he pushes me on my hands and knees. He palms one breast as he thrusts back into me, sending a shockwave of pleasure so intense through me that my body goes limp.

He drags me back up as he fucks me relentlessly. My next orgasm blindsides me, and I scream his name, digging my nails into the mattress. My core clenches tightly around his cock; his fingers dig into my hips painfully, but fuck if the pain doesn’t heighten the pleasure.

He snarls like a wild animal, his head coming down to bite down hard on my neck as he comes. When it’s over, his grip on my hips goes lax, and I sink into the bed, weightless. He wins. I yield, but only to him. My fiancé.

CHAPTER 33

HUDSON

What was that?

My breath ruffles her hair. roll off her to lie on my back, my chest heaving with my panting. I drag her to my chest, and she comes easily enough. Sex has always been just sex. Enjoyable, but a transient pleasure. With Andrea, it is a transcendent act. It’s like something inside me shifted as I thrust into her. My arms tighten around her; when I glance down, I see she’s fast asleep. I have exhausted her. My lips curl up in an indulgent smile.

The smile soon fades when my arm starts throbbing like a motherfucker. I glance at it and see that I’m bleeding. I must have torn through the stitches at some point; but fuck, that was the last thing on my mind. I couldn’t even feel the pain until now. I don’t want to risk waking Andrea by getting up from the bed. Guess I’ll have to risk bleeding out.

I sigh and glance out the window. It’s still dark out, so I close my eyes. Just a little nap to distract me from the pain.

Andrea, trying to sneak out of my grasp, snaps me awake. Her eyes go wide when our gazes meet, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of red. “I–um–have to pee,” she says in a mortified whisper. I smirk, but release my tight hold. She scrambles off the bed but stops after taking just a few steps.

She slowly glances down and parts her legs slightly. I sink into the bed, enjoying the view of her pert ass. When she glances back at me, her skin is pale. “You came inside me last night,” she states, eyes wide in horror.

“Okay, and? ” I ask, raising a brow at her.

“Okay and? I’m not on birth control. I could get pregnant, Hudson!”

I still don’t see what the problem is, but she's getting worked up, so I raise my hands. “I’m sorry. I forgot in the heat of the moment.”

“You forgot to wear a condom.” Her hands sink into her hair agitatedly. “What if you gave me a disease?”

I frown at her but decide not to remind her that she didn’t remember, either. “I’m clean. I can go get the document to prove it if you’d like.” I haven’t had sex with anyone since I had set my sight on her a couple months ago.

“Don’t bother.” She rolls her eyes. “What I’d like is the morning-after pill. Not that there’s any guarantee it would work. It didn’t work for Charlie. Oh God, I’m not ready to be a mother, I’m not–”

“Andrea, calm down.” I get off the bed to comfort her.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” she shouts, backing away from me. Her eyes dart around the room wildly.

“Would having a kid with me be so bad?” I brace myself when her gaze meets mine.

“Are you listening to yourself, Hudson? We’re not really engaged, okay? Even after we get married next month, it has an expiration date. You want to bring a child into that?”

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