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He made her feel beautiful, even though she was still too skinny from her kidnapping and the aftermath she lived through.

She returned to him. He lazily stroked his cock and dipped his chin, letting her know to put the condom on him.

She let the wrapper fall to the floor and rolled the protection over him. He slid his hand into her hair, pulling her forward, taking her mouth.

He controlled the kiss, stroking his tongue in her mouth. Unaware that he'd moved her across the room until the coolness of the wall hit her bare back, she gasped. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her away from the wall.

He walked her backward. The back of her legs met the mattress. Off balance, she plopped on the edge of the bed, eye level with his cock. She hooked his thighs, bringing him closer and wished she hadn't put the condom on him.

Ruger leaned down. She leaned back.

He separated her thighs and pushed her knees up, lowering his head between her legs. There was nothing slow and tender about him that time. He acted as if he was starving and hadn't eaten all day.

He swiped his tongue along her wetness and ended up zeroing in on her clit. She bucked awkwardly in his hands against his face. Every nerve was overly sensitive from her orgasm.

Ruger lifted his head, wiped his lower face on his shoulder, and let go of her legs. He crawled up her body. His hard cock dug into her hip. She reached between them, gripped his dick in her hand, and placed the tip at her pussy.

A hard exhale of need escaped her. Her arousal heightened again at the size of him on her.

Ruger grabbed her hair, pinning her to the bed and forcing her to look in his face. And then, he plunged deep inside of her with such ownership, she swallowed her moan and panted through the shock of him filling every inch of her and pushing her body to its limit.

"If you want me, you'll have to understand I can't hold back with you. I won't hold back," he rasped.

To her, the threat was a promise. She loved the way he consumed her.

His power. His control. His dominance put her in a place where she could let go of the bitterness, the anger, the sadness of her life.

His gaze battled her, waiting for her to argue or push him away. She stared him in his gorgeous eyes, firm in her belief.

"I trust you." Her hips lifted into him.

He growled, pulling out enough to thrust back in. Her eyes rolled back, and she arched her neck. Her body adapted and welcomed each movement. Secure in his hands, he fucked her the way he needed—which was how she needed him.

She blinked, focusing on his face. His upper lip curled, showing the two white points of his eye teeth. Unable to get her legs up and give him more room, she moaned.

Reading her mind, Ruger hooked his hand under her knee and lifted her leg. Her chin chattered. His cock stretched her wide. The feeling was phenomenal.

He lowered his head and captured her sounds in a bruising kiss.

His hips move back and forth between her thighs.

The position put more pressure on her clit. Ruger thrust and ground against her, suspending her in pleasure.

She scratched his shoulders, needing the orgasm hovering out of touch.

He pounded harder. She gasped, thrown into her release.

Above her, Ruger let go of her hair, adjusted himself and kneeled between her legs. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him. She struggled to catch her breath as he chased his climax.

She caught the moment he lost control. His jaw loosened and his eyelids grew heavy. It was the calmest she'd ever seen him. Grabbing his hands, she entwined her fingers with his and let her legs fall to the sides.

She wanted to bottle the moment. To put the memory in a jar and seal it.

Chapter Twenty One

Shady banged on the door. Ruger let the curtain fall into place and looked at Rachel, sleeping in the bed.

She stirred, rolling over and blinking awake, instantly looking for him. He stepped over to the bed and smoothed her hair off her face.

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