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“I guess that leaves one last thing.”

He shook his head. Jemma lay back on the bed and spread her thighs. She ran one hand from her hip up to cup her breast in offering.

“Vows and begging, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“You said you’d never beg,” he reminded her with a smile.

“I changed my mind when I felt your tongue. Please, Brock. Make love to me. Make me—”

He silenced her with a kiss. She was already his, had been from the moment he first saw her. He’d let too many things stand between them. She was his mate now. His to love and protect and share life with.

“You’re mine now, Jemma.”

“Show me,” she begged.

“Gladly.” Then leaning down, Brock took her lips once again.

Chapter Eleven

Jemma lost herself in Brock’s kiss, his touch electric everywhere he caressed her. He moved over her, using his knees to urge her legs wider, then grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her legs up.

“Brock.”

His shaft rubbed along her sex, amping her need. He ran it back and forth, drawing a whimper every time the mushroomed head bumped over her clit. He was driving her insane with the need for him. Then he pushed one of her thighs a bit higher, giving it a squeeze before releasing it.

“Keep this in the air,” he ordered and reached down to grip his shaft, dragging it down to lodge at her entrance. She glanced up and found her gaze snagged and held captive by his. “Mine.”

Claim made, he thrust deep, drawing a cry from her lips as he forced her sheath to accommodate his girth. He eased back then thrust deep again. She could tell by the clench of his jaw it took a lot of effort to give her time to adjust to the feel of him.

“Try to relax for me,” he murmured. “Let me all the way in.”

He wasn’t all the way in? How was she so full when he wasn’t even completely inside her? She tried to fight the slight panic that threatened then moaned as Brock’s wicked fingers found her clit and caressed it.

“Brock.” It seemed all she could do was moan his name.

“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered, thrusting deeper than he had before. “God, you feel so good.”

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed.

“Do you like that?” He did something with his finger that had her going liquid around him. From the sounds he made, he didn’t mind.

He kept her legs up but lowered himself, so his chest hair rubbed her nipples. It was another stimulation that set her body aflame. One hand cupped her hip while he braced his weight over her with the other. She was surrounded by him. She wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned up, nuzzling into him, marking him with her scent.

“That’s it. Mark your territory, Jemma,” he encouraged.

He was hers. Just as much as she was his. She wrapped her legs around his back, clinging and riding each sensation he brought. The need for release built inside her with every thrust and touch of flesh to flesh. Why had they fought for so long when they could have been doing this instead?

Brock huffed out a laugh then answered the question she hadn’t meant to voice aloud. “Arguing with you is like foreplay, mate. You growl at me, and I’m hard as stone. Do you know how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you? Especially when you wear my clothes, covering yourself in my scent.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He thrust hard, burying every inch and pinning her to the bed beneath him. “Because I knew once I was inside you, I’d never let you go. I had to be sure it was what you wanted. That I was who you wanted.”

“It is. You are,” she assured him. “Just plan for lots of foreplay.”

He laughed again before dropping his mouth to hers. His kiss consumed her even as his body owned hers. He took and took and took, but he gave all of himself in return. When he broke the kiss, she sucked in a breath of air, blinking her eyes as he rose onto his knees and lifted her ankles to his shoulders. He leaned in then, lifting her ass off the bed, so the bottom curve was on his knees. When he thrust this time, she cried out, fisting the bedding in her hands. He was deep, so fucking deep she swore she felt him in her belly.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, taking his time, each thrust slow and deep as if he had all the time in the world to spend. As if he planned to stay inside her forever. To draw out the pleasure building inside her.

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