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“I’ll never let you go.” Another thrust. “This is sacred, what we’re doing. You belong to me now.”

A deep, distant voice tells me my words are that of a madman, but I couldn’t stop if I tried. I’m no longer me, but a creature shaped by the pulse of ancient forces.

“Yes, Ethan. I belong to you.”

A tidal wave of ecstasy washes over me, and a roar resonates through the room.

Mine, I realize moments later.

“I need more,” I say, still panting. “I want to fuck you all night long.”

She giggles, a sweet, musical sound. “Your wish is my command, oh lord and master.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lily

Ethan tightens his grip around my waist, lifts his hips, and thrusts inside me, each movement deliberate and powerful. I’m perched above him, straddling his lap on the couch. He’s so damn strong, he’s been able to do most of the work—lifting me up and down like he’s using my weight to do squats.

His gaze is locked on mine, fierce, almost predatory. “Am I being too rough?” he asks through clenched teeth.

A gasp escapes me as pleasure jolts through my core. “No,” I say.

His fingers dig into my skin, pulling me tightly against him, sending arrows of heat through my limbs. I move against his body in a rhythm that has become achingly familiar already.

He likes soft, rolling motions in my hips. I figured that out during our last fucking session against the kitchenette.

This man is insatiable, as if he’s trying to quench an endless thirst. This is now our fourth time, and purple morning light is starting to creep into the room.

I should have known. Not only is this Ethan’s first night of sex, but he’s a star athlete. His endurance is almost infinite. Each time he’s lasted longer than before.

He was apologetic over coming so quickly our first time. He didn’t know how flattering it was. The last time I was touched, I was treated like a faceless object of pleasure. A vessel to fulfill the needs of a man who never saw me as a whole person.

Ethan looked at me like he was seeing a sunrise for the first time. He was dazzled, reverent.

It’s also remarkable how well he’s been able to learn my body given his inexperience. He seems to read my thoughts with his intense, dark-blue gaze.

He thrusts harder, and my body bounces on his lap. He slides his hand down my lower back, wrapping his fingers around my ass before delivering a tight squeeze. One finger slides between my cheeks and slips inside my tight hole.

The shriek I let out is a mixture of shock and pleasure. “Holy fuck, Ethan.”

“Sorry.” His body grows still, and concern flashes across his features.

“Don’t be sorry,” I pant. “I liked it.”

“Good,” he grits out. “You have a beautiful ass. So pretty and round. I want to lick it later.”

Breathless laughter vibrates from my chest. “I can’t believe you. You’re ravenous.”

He halts his thrusts, searching my face. “Is it too much?

My chest swells with tenderness. He’s been checking in with me since we started, clearly anxious that I’m thinking about the last time I had sex.

The truth is those memories hold no power over me. They haven’t intruded my brain or hijacked my body’s instincts. It’s like Ethan is able to erase them when he touches me.

It’s because I trust him. This unfailingly principled man would never hurt me.

I lift my hand to his cheek. “No,” I whisper. “It’s perfect. Almost…healing.”

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