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She licks her lips, then whispers, “Let’s do it, Aiden. Right now. No more waiting.”

“We don’t have to rush.”

She reaches forward and grabs my dick, stroking up and down, spreading precome from my tip to my base, making my whole cock glisten. “I’m notrushing,” she says, “but I want this. I need this. I needyou. I don’t want time to think about anything! Thinking’s over.”

I want to sayI agree, but I can’t say anything when her hand is moving like this, coaxing me into full-savage mode.

Climbing atop her again, I hold myself up and bring my dick to her, moving it in circles around her entrance, getting her ready to take my release. She’s serious about not wanting me to go slow. She sinks her nails into my shoulders, moaning, nodding, coaxing.

“Fuck,” I growl as I push forward and guide my dick inside of her. Her hole widens around my tip, but she takes it. Oh, hell. She takes it inch by inch as I keep going, and the whole time, she’s moaning and nodding at me, her eyes wide, almost in fascination.

“It feels so right,” she murmurs. “Oh my God, Aiden. It feels …”

She leans up and kisses me. She doesn’t notice or care that her taste is still on my lips. I kiss her passionately, guiding myself deeper until I feel her slit right at my base. She bites down on mylip, making the most lust-filledhmmmmnoise. I smirk, and her eyes widen in recognition when she realizes what she’s done.

We start to rock together, my dick sliding out of her and then back in. Slowly, I try to tell myself. Slowly, but it’s too difficult. It’s too tempting. I end up arching my hips and pushing into her even harder, letting her feel just how badly I need her.

She nods and slides down as I arch up, then bounces up when I pull out, matching my tempo. I know her brothers are in the apartment somewhere, but this is a big place, and fuck it, I can’t care about the sound of her moans or the bed whining or anything. All I can care about is how tight and perfect she feels around my dick, about how carefree she sounds, about the fact our bodies feel like they were made for each other.

She reaches up and takes my face in her hands, clutching onto me so that we maintain eye contact as we completely lose ourselves in the pleasure. My young virgin—well, ex-virgin—takes everything I have to give, her tight pussy stretching around my dick.

Her eyelids flutter like the orgasm is working its way through every single nerve, like she’s going to explode. My seed threatens to spill from my shaft, and it’s only now it hits me. Dammit.

“Wuh-what?” she moans, gasping.

“I’m not wearing …”

“No,” she snaps. “I don’t … care. Keep going!”

I’m about to ask,are you sure? But then she starts to pulse around my dick, her pleasure completely taking over. There’s nothing that can stop me now, especially when I feel my seed rushing up my shaft and pushing right against my tip.

I keep pumping, owning her pussy, knowing I was always talking crap when I said this wasn’t instant, that I didn’t think she was mine the moment I saw her.

Maybe I didn’t want to believe it, but hell.

She’s moving so quickly now, rocking on my dick, using my shoulders to pull herself closer and then push herself away. When the orgasm hits her, she closes her eyes, but then she opens them like she’s mad at herself, like she doesn’t want to miss a single second of what we’re sharing.

She moans and nods like she’s begging for my release. My vision blurs. Every single inch of my skin tingles. The end of my cock throbs as the seed pulses out of me, wave after wave of it, making my tip pulse as I empty myself inside of her.

Finally, I collapse atop her. She wraps her arms tightly around me, her breath coming fast in my ears, high-pitched and flooded with pleasure.

“I love you,” she whispers, then bites my shoulder. “Sorry,” she mumbles.

“I love you too,” I tell her huskily. “So much, Ania. More than could ever make sense.”

“It was just a couple of days ago we were pretending we hated each other.”

“It was always pretending,” I say. “When we saw each other in the studio, I was supposed to be the bad guy. You were supposed to be my prey. Even then, I knew you were special. I knew wehadsomething special.”

“Me too,” she whispers, “which means we’re nuts.”

“Then let’s be nuts together,” I say, “because I’ll never stop loving you.”

CHAPTER 32

ANIA

A Few Weeks Later

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