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Clawing at the steel door I kept it locked behind.

But each time she was in my space, I weakened a bit more. Until she pushed me, and I snapped. There was no more fighting what was between us.

I finally had my cock buried balls deep in her and I watched as her slick release coated my shaft. Every time I watched my dick disappear inside her perfect little cunt, I wanted to come, but I wanted this to last because I needed it to be as good for her as it was for me.

Better.

Licking my thumb, I stared at her flushed cheeks and her glistening skin. Then I reached down to her clit and pressed on it. Her gasp and the way her walls tightened around my dick as I fucked her brought me that much closer. That’s when I started to circle that pretty little pearl.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted as her pussy squeezed me tighter and tighter.

“I’m theonlyGod that will answer those prayers. Now come on my cock, baby. Squirt your pussy juices all over me because I’m gonna fill your tight cunt in about two seconds,” I told her through gritted teeth as I drove into her like a crazed animal.

My dirty talking obviously did it for her, and thank fuck, because I knew we were reaching the point of no return. I told myself I should stop because she should get a say so in being attached to whatever I was. I knew I should, but fuck if I could. Whether she liked it or not, this was about to get real.

For me, it already had. No woman had ever felt so good—so right—so perfect.

Too perfect. I paused. She needed to know that I wasn’t playing around.

She whined and pulled at my shoulders. “Nooooo. Don’t stop.”

“Willow, look at me. I meant it when I said this is going to change everything. I hope you understand that,” I told her through panted breaths.

She nodded, and one hand wrapped around my forearm. Her fingers clenched as her legs tried to pull me in and make me move again.

“You’re mine now. No matter what happens, I won’t be able to let you go,” I murmured as I feathered her hair off her brow. The waves of darkest crimson cascaded over my pillow. I allowed my fingertips to trail down the side of her face until I reached under her chin. Then I let the backs of them drag down her throat and over the curve of her breast.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned into her and captured her nipple with my lips. Gently, I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around the tight peak.

Whereas before, I was fucking her with all the pent-up frustration I’d been dealing with since the day she arrived, now I was soft. Tender. My need to worship her suddenly stronger than my need to claim her.

When she threaded her fingers through my hair, I moaned around her flesh. Her touch both set me on fire and soothed a dangerous part of me at the same time. Because there was that deep, dark part of myself that I kept hidden. Partly because I didn’t understand it, but also because it terrified me.

And that was saying something because I had powers and abilities I didn’t share with even my closest brothers. Very little truly scared me. But that darkness scared the fuck out of me.

“Damien,” she whispered, and I froze.

Releasing her nipple, I lifted my head to look her in the eyes. “What did you say?”

She appeared confused as she panted beneath me. “Damien?”

“How did you know that’s my name?” My demand was barely above a whisper. My brothers knew my real name, but they wouldn’t have told anyone outside of our chapter. Nor would they tell anyone that didn’t wear a patch. I was extremely protective of my personal information. Very few people from my past knew the real me either. Alessio De Luca was one of them, but only because he and I had been Army Rangers together.

And we still had a… working relationship.

Hell, he was probably the closest thing I had to a real friend outside of the club.

Willow blinked up at me with her mouth opening, then shutting, only to do it again. Finally, her brow furrowed, and her cheeks went rosy. “I-I-I think I overheard Cookie or Laila refer to you as that. Should I… not have called you that?”

Truthfully, I loved hearing my actual name on her lips—especially when I was inside her. I simply wasn’t used to it.

“You can call me anything you want when I’m alone with you.” I brought my face up to hers until our noses brushed against the other. The depths of her bottle-green eyes were so shadowed, they seemed endless. My lips teased hers open, and I eased my tongue in to dance with hers.

As I did, I drove slow but deep into her, swallowing her gasp. It made me think of what had happened last week, but I quickly shoved that thought away. We moved like two halves of a whole—writhing in sensual abandon. Sweat-slicked limbs intertwined, we grasped and pulled, unable to get close enough—hold on tight enough.

Heat bloomed in my spine. With each driving thrust, it spread through me until finally, when her pussy clenched and exploded, I shattered. She stole my reasoning as she contracted around me. Her little sounds were music to me as I poured into her.

She welcomed everything I gave her, as I swear her soul wove itself with mine. In that moment, we became two people but one connected soul.

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