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“Ye–,” he starts to answer but the first letter was all I needed to hear before I dropped myself down on him fully, taking in all of him as all the breath in my body leaves my lungs. He emits a low chuckle when he realizes I must have underestimated his size. That little move of mine backfired on me, considering I am the one who is left breathless.

“God, you are so fucking perfect, Callie,”he whispers, his voice rough, reverent, like he’s memorizing this moment. His hands press into my hips, grounding me as I lose myself in the rhythm we’ve found together. The depth of his voice, the sincerity in his words—they wrap around me, soothing and igniting in equal measure, as if he’s not just here with me, but utterly and completely mine.

Placing my hands on his chest to hold myself steady, I begin raising and lowering myself on him, my pace quickening as he seems to only be able to utter the word “fuck” every time I take him in again. With his hands still tight on my hips, he thrusts his hips upward as he pulls me down, making my full chest bounce more than it already was.

Before I know it, I’ve given up every ounce of control I thought I had. He takes me over and over, making me come completely undone. The noises that leave us both are primal. Guttural. Needy. I cannot get enough of this man.

Just as I feel my orgasm about to unravel me, he slows his movements and moves his right hand from my hip, and places his thumb on my clit. My whole body tenses, and the same warm rush from before washes over me, this time even more intense than when he watched me earlier.

“Good girl,” he praises again as he continues to work his thumb over my clit, causing another wave to surge through my entire body.

This man just gave me back-to-back orgasms in a matter of seconds. I am so done for. I am officially convinced it could never get better than this.

In this moment, I am dying to admit to him how much he means to me. But I don’t want to scare him away. Instead, I let the edges of my restraint soften just enough to allow a piece of my full truth to slip through.

“God, it feels so good to be yours,” I whisper, praying that he understands the true meaning behind my words.

Owen’s eyes darken, his focus on me unwavering. His hand slides up my side, slow and deliberate. It feels like a promise as much as it feels like he’s claiming me too. He pulls me closer, his breath warm against my cheek, and the low timbre of his voice vibrates through me.

“Good,” he says, the possessive tone filled with a depth that makes me weak. “Because you are all mine.”

With that, he flips me quickly onto my back and lifts my legs in the air, holding them together at the ankles. He slides back inside me, gradually increasing the pace at which he fucks me as if to make sure that he’s not going to break me. He sets both of my ankles on his right shoulder, and I’m convinced that if it weren’t for my belly, he’d fold me in half and twist me like a fucking pretzel.

God, if this is what sex with him feels like when we have to be careful, I can only imagine what it must be like when he’s not worried about hurting me.

I can feel the muscles in his body tighten, and he grips my ankles as hard as he’d been holding my hips earlier. And for the fourth time since we entered this room together, my body is completely overtaken with an orgasm that feels so good I never want it to end. As I come apart in his grasp, he quickens his pace, and I can feel his release fill me. We come together for what feels like an eternity. Our connection completely solidified now that he’s marked me from the inside out.

I am addicted–a fiend for him already.

The way he worships my body is a drug that I never want to lose. I belong to him now.

Mind. Body. Soul.

forty-eight

GOLD DIGGER - KANYE WEST

OWEN - JULY 27, 2013

I’ve been up for hours, trying to keep busy, trying to distract myself from the thoughts that have been circling in my mind since Callie left for Hawkridge this morning. Last night was perfect and I feel a bit lost without her now.

I grab a coffee and lean against the kitchen counter, staring out the window at the faint blush of dawn. My thoughts are tangled, caught between the anticipation of tonight and the lingering shadows of yesterday. It’s strange how quickly I’ve gotten used to having her around. I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who gets used to someone’s presence so fast, but there it is.

With time to kill before I need to head out, I decide to get some cleaning done. It’s more about keeping my hands busy than anything else—anything to keep my mind from spiraling. As I scrub the counter, I let my thoughts drift to Callie. The way her laugh fills the room, the way her eyes light up when she talks about the things she loves, the way she fitsso perfectly into the space beside me, like she’s always belonged there.

I think about how far we’ve come in such a short time. From that first conversation to where we are now, it feels like we’ve crossed a thousand miles together. But it’s not just the distance we’ve covered—it’s the way she’s changed me, the way she’s made me want more than I ever thought I deserved.

But then, as I’m wiping down the sink, my phone buzzes on the counter. I glance at it, expecting some mundane notification, but the name that flashes on the screen stops me cold.

Karissa.

I hesitate, my hand hovering over the phone, before I swipe the screen open. The image that greets me is an ultrasound, the grainy black-and-white picture unmistakable. But something’s off. The details—the name, the date, everything that should be there—are blurred out, deliberately covered. A chill runs down my spine as I stare at the screen, my mind racing through all the possibilities. There’s no way this baby is mine. We didn’t even have sex.

This woman is fucking crazy. Level Expert.

I set the phone down, trying to push the image out of my mind. I’m not going to let her get to me, not today. I’ve got too much to look forward to, too much riding on tonight. I’m not going to let her mess that up.

But before I can push the thought away, the phone buzzes again. Another message. This time, it’s a text.

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