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It’s intense and intimate, our gazes locked as he fucks me with a sort of raw desperation I’ve never felt from him before.

I know I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I don’t shy away from the edge of pain as he fills me up almost more than I can take with each forceful thrust. Instead, I pull him closer, wanting more—wanting everything he can give me.

Our lips break apart every time he drives into me, then find each other all over again, my nails digging into his back. Our bodies warm from the exertion, and I can feel a sheen of sweat on my skin as my heart hammers against my ribs.

“Riley,” he finally groans, sounding almost tortured.

“Come,” I beg. “Come with me, Cole. Please.”

He hasn’t even been working my clit with his fingers, but the overload of feelings rushing through me is enough to have me right on the edge just from the way he’s fucking me.

Pressing his forehead against mine, he drives into me a few more times, his gaze locked with mine. Then he lets out a primal groan as he empties himself inside me.

I grip the back of his head, my fingers buried in his hair as I arch beneath him. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Cole!”

I come hard, an orgasm that seems to fill every single atom in my body with pleasure, then finally go limp beneath him, breathing hard.

He slumps over me for a moment, and I relax under the heavy weight of him. Then he braces his arms on either side of my head, lifting up a little.

His eyes wander over my body, landing on my face last. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my mouth.

My eyes flood with a sudden rush of tears, and when he pulls away, he notices. Worry etches his features as he uses his thumb to swipe away a rogue tear rolling down my cheek.

“Hey,” he whispers, his voice low. “What’s wrong? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, brushing away more tears, my throat thick with emotion.

“No, it was amazing.”

His eyes search mine. “Then why are you crying?”

I take a deep breath, the words trapped in my throat.

I want to tell him I’m in love with him, but we’ve already broken every other rule, and this one seems like it crosses too many boundaries.

I’m afraid.

Afraid of rejection. That he won’t reciprocate.

I don’t want to ruin the moment, and I don’t think I’m ready to have my heart broken if he doesn’t feel the same way I do.

“Nothing. It’s just…”

I hesitate, not brave enough to say it. His gaze is searching, and I look away, taking a moment to gather my thoughts.

I can’t voice the exact words I want to say, but I also can’t keep it all inside, even if it is against the rules to admit how I feel.

So instead of blurting out the words that have been kept hidden away in my heart for a while now, I just run a hand through his hair, lifting my gaze to meet his again.

“You’ve changed my life,” I say quietly. “You’ve changed me.”

He leans down, pressing his lips against mine, warm and heartbreakingly tender.

“You’ve changed me too, angel.”

Chapter 43

Cole

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