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“Fuck me,” I whispered after moments had passed. “I’m ready for you.”

“I love you,” he murmured. He inhaled sharply as he navigated a stroke, testing how much I could take from him. I nodded approvingly, urging him to keep going.

The pleasure was sharp and acute, so different than how it felt when he was in my pussy. I rotated my hips, drawing out more sensations from the tight connection between us. When I moved, he moved in complement. The coordination was so natural and so devastating.

“So sexy,” he said as he began to build a rhythm. “I would do anything for you. You know that, right? I would do anything for you, Cass. God, you feel so damn good…”

His hand lowered to my clit and he began to stroke me, and that was when I started feeling the intensity of my orgasm beginning to crest. Sensing the change in my response, he began to thrust in and out of me harder. It was rapture in the making—and all thanks to him. Beautiful Marcus. Filthy and rough and too-competent-to-be-real Marcus.

“Yes, Marcus,” I cried out, moaning loudly now, completely unashamed. My body undulated lewdly, inviting him to take me as hard as he wanted to—as hard as he needed to. “Please—make me yours.”

He was really fucking my ass now. He was pumping in and out of me with that trademark control and precision. Order amid chaos—that was Marcus. My body rippled with the feeling of him taking me, urging me to give into our carnality. I could feel the tingles of pleasure striking me, heating me from every inch of my body.

“I love you,” he gritted, his voice straining as he held back his orgasm to keep fucking me. “I love you so much, Cass.”

I nodded. “I know, Marcus. I know.” I reached back and ran my hand over his hair. “You’re my entire world.”

And just as soon as I said that, he thrusted into me with unyielding vigor. He let out a low groan and I felt his warmth fill my ass. He was coming inside of me, nothing between us. He was saying my name and telling me how much he loved me, never once stopping his hand on my clit or his cock in my ass.

I was brimming with him, filled with his release. I was riding the intense sensation of his thrusts that somehow felt like they were sinking deeper into me. Again and again, he stroked into me until I was mindless. Seconds later, just at the tail-end of his orgasm, I came—and it was more than words could capture.

His name escaped my lips, hitting the walls around us as pleasure enraptured me. It was so good—so fucking good. It was worth every second that we spent apart. And even while I was coming harder than I had come in months, his hand just kept working me.

“Another one,” he grunted in my ear as he strained behind me. “You can give me one more. One fucking more, love.”

More.

It was burning heat and blinding pleasure—with only his hands to remind me I was still on earth. I cried out, declaring my love for him and thanking him. This guy. This fucking guy who made me feel better than anyone ever had. Nobody came close to him—not by leagues.

We landed together. Arms tangled around each other, we worked to catch our breath.

Slowly, he eased his cock out of me and he didn’t waste a second before he drew me into his arms once more. He cradled me close, rubbing my hair and planting kisses on my cheeks and my mouth. One hand moved down to cradle my ass.

Marcus and I had been together more times than I could count, but I knew this would be the encounter that would stick with me for years to come. The weight of him. The admiration in his gaze as he watched me. The sound of his climax. The feeling of his body moving and working against my own.

It was the closest thing to a homecoming I had ever felt.

Chapter 38: Marcus

Cass snuggled her back against my chest so I was spooning her. My hand settled on her stomach, flat against her bare skin. We lay like that in silence for a few minutes, naked against each other as our heartbeats slowed down from their racing state.

I knew I loved her months ago, but tonight was something else entirely.

“I don’t think I want to be apart from you for that long ever again,” I told her, before I pressed my lips against her bare shoulder.

She placed her hand on top of mine. “Then don’t be,” was her response. “You can do whatever you want to do now. You’re a free man in every sense of the word.”

“Nope. I’m not free. I’m yours now. If you told me you wanted to pack our bags and move to Iceland, I would book a flight and start learning Bjork songs right now.”

“Lucky for you, I hate the cold,” she said with a sigh. “But seriously…you can do anything you want. Literally anything. Doyou want to try shrooms? Go to a sex club? Do you want to take the subway like a normal twenty-something year old?”

“Is it weird that all I want to do is stay in this bed with you? That’s irony, right?”

Cass turned over so she was facing me. “I’m on the same page, honestly.” She kissed me once, soft and measured, before she pulled back and said, “Wow…who are we?”

“Just two people who love the shit out of each other,” I responded.

Her smile hit me like a ton of bricks. It occurred to me that from this point on, I was going to be able to see that smile every morning when I woke up. That realization did more for me than any drug, drink, or dalliance ever had.

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