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"No, you fucking don't." I groan and clench even tighter around him. I'm not sure if he whimpers or if I just imagine it. But either way, I make my point. "I need you inside me. Not your fingers."

He's back on top of me now, and he works his lips along the line of my jaw to my earlobe. I suck in a breath as he guides his head to my opening and slips it in. Just the tip. Just enough to tease me before he pulls it out. "Is that what you want, Jams? Does that feel good?"

"Stop fucking around and fuck me." My voice sounds like I've been possessed by a demon.

He bites the side of my neck. For a fraction of a second, I wonder how big the bruise will be tomorrow before I realize I don't care. "If you think you can handle it..."

He and I both know I can't handle it. He's too big for me, but that doesn't stop me from angling my hips to take more as he pushes inside. And when I'm stretched to my limit around him, a low moan leaks from my lips. Long enough to contain everything that has built up inside me tonight. Everything from the last two days. All the anxiety and fear and misplaced self-sacrifice and the yearning to feel just this. To feel this man moving inside me. And the need to know that he belongs to me.

He thrusts again and again, and the moan turns into a series of whimpers, each one rising in pitch as he drives my body further up the bed until I have to reach up to keep my head from banging the headboard. "You're mine, Lily," he groans. "Mine, and I'm never letting you go."

If I had enough breath, I would tell him the same. He's mine. As long as we're alive, waking next to each other will be a reward, and I will spend my life making sure that I earn it from him. Just like I know he will make sure he earns it from me.

"I'm never going to get bored with fucking this pussy."

"What if I want to be the one fucking you?" I hook my right heel around his leg and throw all of my weight to the side, forcing him to roll. I don't have enough strength to make it nearly all the way, but it's enough to let him know what I'm doing. He rolls onto his back and guides me on top of him.

"Jesus Christ." It's Brant's turn to whimper now.

My thighs and hips work in tandem to slide along his length. Our new angle rips a bolt of pleasure through me that causes me to go weak. I would impale myself on him if he didn't have his hands on my waist, supporting me. I can see the obituary: "Lily Richards, aged twenty-seven, died as she lived, being speared by a penis the size of a paper towel roll. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in her name to the Death by Dick Fund."

He rocks beneath me, and I sync my movements to his, clenching tight. "Fucking fuck," he groans. "I'm going to come."

Just as I open my mouth to tell him to hold on a little longer, he rolls us. He's on top again.

"You can come on top later. But right now, I'm going to fuck you until you come. Until—Jesus Christ, Lily."

I try to clench tighter, but just as I do, a wave rolls through me, and I can't control anything in my body. In the edges of my vision, dozens of stars burst and turn into dozens more until there are hundreds and then thousands of exploding spots. I throw my hips into him, trying to get him to drive every inch into me as my muscles flutter around him. And then he tightens.

His thrusts grow as erratic as our breaths until finally, we both stop, exhausted. "Is every time going to just get better?" I ask when I finally remember what English is.

"We'll just have to keep experimenting until we find out. I have a few more variables I want to test tonight. If you're not too tired."

"Never too tired for science."

CHAPTER 66

A LONG PROCESS

BRANT

"Why is it so hard?" Lily moans as she falls back onto the bed, and I laugh as I walk over toward her. "Help?" I take the trainer from her hands and kneel at her feet where the other one is lying on its side.

"Never pulled your groin?" She groans as I lift her foot to slide the shoe on for her. I've heard dying animals who sound more cheerful than she does. Before I move to the other one, I pause so she can have a chance to breathe.

Once it's on, I take her hand and pull her from the bed. "Is this what it feels like?"

"Worse, because it doesn't come with six orgasms, so it's just pure evil."

She walks awkwardly toward the top of the stairs. "I knew we should have stopped at five."

"Want me to carry you down?" I put a hand on her hip, hoping she'll say yes, because I'm going to take her right back into the bedroom and show her all the other ways to have an orgasm that won't stress her groin so much.

"I made it through bottom surgery. I can make it through this." I try not to laugh as she steps down with one foot and brings the other beside it before moving down to the next. Over and over. "How are you not sore?"

I stand on the step behind her and hold her tight as I run my tongue under her earlobe. "Easy. I used my tongue and fingers when my dick needed a break last night."

"Well, tonight is my tongue's turn."

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