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Her arms circle my neck, tugging me closer to her until skin meets skin and not even air fits between our bodies. We’re as close as we can be, as close as I wanted us to be when our lips finally met for the first time. We move together, my cock gliding in and out of her. Every inch of her pussy feels like the sweetest paradise. Her body melts into my arms as I make love to her. The moans and sighs leaving her as we climb higher towards ecstasy are music to my ears, a melody of sensuality, a symphony of sinful eroticism.

“Harder.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, then trace down my tattooed spine as she slams her hips up into me. “Stop holding yourself back from me, Nolan. I can take it.”

I lean away from her, swallowing as her request settles over me. I thought I was taking her hard already, but over the years I’ve retreated into myself, hiding my need to be rough and dominant because Rachel preferred gentle and sweet. Like a key unlocking a padlocked chain, my restraint falls away, and I give her what we both desperately want, giving in to my true sexual proclivities for the first time since—well, since my first time.

My body tenses as I ready myself, hooking her leg over my shoulder and caressing the long, inviting limb from her hip to her ankle, squeezing and massaging as I go, kissing up and down her calf. And then I lean forward and drive into her, thrusting her body up, her breasts bouncing with the impact.

Her hands fly up, and she braces herself on the arm of the couch, pushing back into me even as I pound into her, harder and faster with each passing moment, unable to pace myself now that I have her spread out beneath me and submitting to me so readily. I grip her hips to keep her still so I can have my way with her, leaving more marks on her skin. Deeper, darker bruises than the ones I gave her while tasting her, bruises that are sure to last at least an entire day, bruises that will be hidden from everyone’s view but that I’ll know are there, marring her skin and staking a secret claim.

I thought our joining before was perfection, but now that she’s given me permission to take her how I truly want, now that I’m freed from the chains of my past, it’s even better. She’s glorious, her hair fanning out behind her, her eyes hooded, her lips parted, and her breasts bouncing hard as I fuck her.

With an echoing, vibrating growl, I lean forward more, grabbing a fistful of her hair near her nape and yanking hard, exposing her throat to me. She groans, and her fingers curl against the cushioned armrest.

“Fuck yes!” she exclaims as I bend down to kiss and suck on her neck. “Just like that, Nolan.”

A ripple of possessiveness and excitement rushes through me at the sound of her moaning my name, and I nip at her throat, scraping my teeth along the length of it. I’ve never responded to anyone like this, never felt the need to insinuate the act of marking while mating with a female. But she’s nothing like anyone I’ve been with. Everything about her awakens the most feral, primal, animalistic parts of me, the parts that long to claim and protect.

Our bodies continue slamming together as I pound into her harder and harder, and I’m lost in the feel of her beneath me, quivering and panting as she submits to my relentless movements. I’m drawn in by the expression on her face and the needy noises she makes as I toy with her body. Sweat dampens our skin, shining in the sunshine filtering in near my piano, highlighting the sensual flush on her cheekbones and her chest.

Her pussy tightens around me, and I grunt and clench my jaw, knowing my release draws nearer. My fingers tighten in her hair, twisting and tugging the soft, silky strands, and my other hand moves between us to her swollen clit. I thumb over it, softly at first, gradually increasing the pressure and the speed until it matches our movements.

She succumbs to the sensations first, a sharp cry of ecstasy ringing in my ears as she comes, her arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer again. Her neck arches as she moans and writhes through her orgasm, and I fall too, toppling over the edge and into euphoria with her. My enraptured growl is almost a roar, and my entire body tenses as all I’ve held in exits me in thrumming pulses, a release like none I’ve ever experienced. I embrace Cassandra as the waves ripple through my body and into my soul, rocking into her as I eke out every drop of my orgasm, every second of fulfillment, making it last as long as I can.

Our lips meet as the orgasm fades, but the bliss I’m in only deepens. I twist onto my side while keeping her close, tucked between me and the back of the couch, and held in the safe circle of my arms, my body relaxed and my soul calm. The beats of our hearts match, easing to a regulated pace, mirrored by the slowing of our kisses, until everything stops, and all that’s left is her and me, and the passionate, incredible moment we shared.

Chapter 15

NOLAN

I hold Cassandra closeto me, my hands roaming her body as we snuggle together on my couch. My fingers drift to her hair, and I comb through it from her nape to the ends, lifting my hand back to the roots and repeating the gesture. The pads of my fingers massage her scalp before gliding through the silky tressesto the ends, enjoying the softness of the strands under my touch and the intimate act of playing with her hair.

And then I freeze, and drop my hand, resting it awkwardly and stiffly on her hip, my jaw clenching.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

She frowns at me. “What for?”

“For touching your hair,” I clarify. “Running my fingers through it. I didn’t—I mean, I shouldn’t have—”

“I like it,” she says.

I blink at her and swallow, surprise and relief flooding me in equal measure. “You do?”

She nods, a soft smile tilting her lips. “It’s soothing. Please don’t stop.”

My hand is back in her hair before she finishes her plea, retracing the trail it blazed before. I scrape my nails lightly near the roots of her hair and brush over the long, warm, golden brown strands, then comb through the subtle waves and bends in the length of her tresses from her braids earlier. She relaxes more in my arms, and I do too.

I always wanted to play with Rachel’s hair like this after being intimate with her, but she was never a fan of her hair being touched.

Yet another part of myself I learned to hide and hold back when I was with her.

I drop a kiss to the top of Cassandra’s head and continue my stroking of her hair with one hand and her body with my other. Her naked skin against mine is divine and comforting, and the afterglow of our sex still lingers in our bodies and in the air around us. The blankets remain under us and near our feet, and I make no move to cover our bodies.

It would be a crime to cover the perfection lying next to me, the gorgeous female whose fingers trace over the tattoo of thelakeshore on my chest, relaxed and unbothered by our state of undress.

No one will see us. Everyone knows to stay away after my outburst and display of extreme rage, protectiveness, and possessiveness on the training field. They all witnessed me attack Sebastian, and even though they pretended not to, they all heard our bickering and watched me throw her over my shoulder—like I’ve been dying to do for I don’t even know how long—and carry her home.

I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t just worry for her pushing herself too hard after what happened yesterday, but also because that dickhead Sebastian was trying to spar with her while both of them were shirtless.

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