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“Falcon,” she gasped, looking up at me in wonder. “It’s you.” She cupped my face in her hands. There was a feverish gleam in her eyes as if she were riding a high. “It’s always been… you.” Her body relaxed and a dreamy smile spread her lips. “From the very first time we made love… It’s always been you.”

Her stark revelation filled me with something I had no hope of reining in. Pride? Possession? Protectiveness? All of it maybe. It also brought back the first time I ever saw her. I’d taken Hammer up on his offer to fuck his woman, not because I was into that kind of kinky shit, but because I wanted Gina like I’d never wanted another woman. I’d spent the entire night, not fucking her, but making love to her. I’d brought her as much pleasure as I could as often as I could. Leaving her that morning had hurt me worse than anything ever had. It had also brought back memories of leaving Joilyn. I hadn’t acknowledged it then, but now I could admit I hadn’t felt near the sense of loss when I’d left Joilyn as I did leaving Gina. Not that I didn’t love Joilyn, I did. Just not to this degree. And if there had been any doubt up to this point if I made the right decision to stay with Gina or honor a promise I made to Joilyn before she let me think she’d died, it was erased the second I was seated fully inside her, looking down into those glittering copper-colored eyes of hers. Gina was my one. My only.

Her walls clenched around me, trying to keep me inside her as I began to move. Her hips rocked against me, meeting each thrust with one of her own. It felt so right, so natural. She wrapped her legs around me tighter, pulling me closer, deeper inside her, as she arched into every stroke. I roamed my hands over her body, tracing every inch of skin I could reach as I pumped into her. Her own fingers tangled in my hair and held on tightly as I kissed her, licking inside her mouth, eager for more of her delicious taste.

“I love you,” she whimpered between kisses and cries. “I need you to know how much I love you. How m-much you m-mean to me.” Her voice caught on her words as I continued to ride her tender body, needing to brand her with my seed like I needed to breathe.

As we moved together, the sweat dripped from my face and landed in the hollow of her throat. I watched in fascination as her eyes were closed as she cried out in bliss.

The smell of sex and desire filled the small room as we climaxed together. Gina jerked in my arms and my hips snapped against hers as I fucked her through our orgasms. Then I collapsed on top of her, my cock still embedded deeply inside her.

Chapter Eleven

Gina

I awoke with a heavy weight over my torso. It took me a moment to feel my way through the murk of sleep, but the masculine grunt at my back pulled me the rest of the way from sleep.

It was still full dark outside and the only light filtered through the blinds from the full moon outside. I turned my head slowly, looking over my shoulder. When I did, the arm tightened around me and another grunt sounded.

I smiled. Falcon was going to be a handful. I had the feeling he’d take over my life if I let him. And, honestly, I didn’t care if he did as long as he was with me.

His cock stirred where it nestled between my ass cheeks, pulsing as it grew. Probably the beginning of morning wood, but I still giggled. Raising my leg, I reached between us and guided his cock to my entrance. He thrust and groaned while I sighed in happiness.

“Good mornin’ to you too, darlin’,” he rasped at my ear.

“I forgot where I was,” I said, giving him a soft smile. “But I wasn’t afraid. I knew you’d always be there.”

“God, baby. What the fuck you do to me…” His cock throbbed inside me going from what I thought was probably pleasantly aroused to pulsing with need the second the words were out of my mouth.

Falcon thrust his hips, fucking me with long, sure strokes.

Gripping the sheets, I arched my back and moaned softly at the feeling of his hard length pushing inside my entrance only to retreat and start over again. My pussy was still tender from the previous night’s passion but I craved more. More pleasure. More of him. More…everything!

As he began to move, I couldn’t help but match his rhythm, our bodies sliding together in perfect harmony. His breathing grew heavier as he increased the pace, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I loved how forceful he was with me, yet always conscious of his considerable strength. And Falcon was most definitely strong. Roped with muscle from top to bottom, he was powerful, knowing how to use the muscle he possessed. I’d always thought his body a work of art, more so because he could be gentle with his instead of always deadly.

The friction between us sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my body, making me gasp for air. He kissed my neck softly, his stubble scratching against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of our sweat mixed with sex only intensified my arousal.

My fingers curled into the sheets as he pressed me deeper into the mattress beneath us. My cries and Falcon’s grunts echoed off the walls, filling the room with erotic sounds that made it harder for me to think straight.

“Fuck,” Falcon groaned, “I could do this all fuckin’ day.”

His words sent a wave of heat straight to my clit. “Yes,” I breathed out between pants. “Let’s do that.”

He leaned down and captured my lips in a fierce kiss that left me breathless. His tongue danced with mine, exploring every inch he could reach and giving me another devastating kiss.

“Come with me, Gina,” he bit out. “Fuckin’ come now!”

I screamed as Falcon shuddered above me, giving a helpless grunt. Hot seed poured into me and I pushed back against him, trying to get him to go deeper inside me so his cum could never leave my body.

When the storm ebbed and my energy was spent, I let my body go limp in his arms. Falcon rolled off me and, with a brief kiss to my forehead, went to the bathroom. I assumed to clean up and wondered if I should follow him.

I’d just started to sit up when he came back to the bedroom with a wet cloth. “Lie back, baby. Let me wash you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

Watching him closely, I parted my legs. He lowered the cloth to my pussy and gently washed my swollen flesh and the insides of my thighs. Then he leaned down and kissed my mound gently. I sucked in a breath as he rose and winked at me.

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