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“Fuck,” I bit out and dug my hands into the sheets. My blood vibrated through my veins, my body so sensitive and receptive to his touch, unlike it had been with anyone else.

“That’s it, baby. Open up for me.”

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip. Uninhibited sounds wanted to spill from my lips as he lavished my body with an intensity I’d never experienced. I was lost to his fevered touch, my hips rocking, pushing back against his tongue as he surged inside me. The friction of the soft cotton sheet against my shaft felt like bolts of lightning in my groin.

It was too much and not enough. I wanted more, and I wanted to stop.

My orgasm grew deep inside me, organic and pure as lust fried my brain. I felt Bane everywhere. I was cocooned in his scent, the smell of our arousal saturated every inhale. His touch echoed through my body as he brought me closer and closer to the brink. Euphoria beckoned me, but something held me back.

Fear.

It tried to wipe out the pleasure Bane brought me. I whimpered as heat prickled the back of my eyes. My hips stilled as it started to sink its claws into me, pulling me into the darkness where he couldn’t reach me.

“Come back to me, angel.” His lust-drenched tone was the life raft I needed to pull me back. “I’ve got you.” I groaned as he worked a finger inside me. “I can feel your walls rippling around me.”

“I-I’m...c-close.”

“I know, baby.”

He pumped his finger inside me, the stretch and simmering burn as he entered me over and over, pushing me further toward the precipice of no return. My blood was liquid fire pooling in my balls as they drew up closer to the base of my thickening length. I couldn’t hold on to my control any longer when he hit that magic spot.

“Oh my god, Bane,” I cried. Tears spilled from my eyes as I reached back for him. I needed him to hold on to me, afraid Iwas about to be swept away. Linking his fingers with mine, he continued to stroke that place deep inside me.

“I’ve got you, angel. Come for me.”

“I-I… c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I’ve got you and won’t let go.”

I wailed as my orgasm ricocheted inside me, detonating, sparking every nerve ending and catapulting me out of my body. “Bane.” A kaleidoscope of colors danced behind my eyes, and I floated somewhere among the stars.

Soft kisses covered every inch of my face as I slowly came back to myself. Bane’s cedarwood and leather scent was everywhere, and I swear I could feel a warm cloth against my groin.

“W-what’s t-that?”

“Welcome back, baby.” My heavily lidded eyes fluttered open. The image of Bane’s smile will be forever etched into my mind. “You okay?”

“Mmmm.” His fingers stroked down my stomach as he continued to gently wipe my release from my skin. “S-sorry,” I muttered, shame heating my cheeks.

“What for?” Concern filled his eyes as they traced over my face.

“F-for making a mess.”

Bane snickered. “If you didn’t, I’d have been worried you didn’t enjoy yourself. Sex is messy, but this?” He dragged his finger across my stomach and held it in front of my face, showing me my release. “This is delicious. Mmm.” He sucked his finger clean, then leaned forward and kissed me, pushing my release into my mouth with his tongue.

Jesus, he was filthy when he got going and tasting myself when his tongue wrapped around mine was surreal. It bound me to him in the most unexpected way as I melted into him.

CHAPTER 24

BANE

“Coffee?” I said brightly as River shimmied into the kitchen, hitching the leg of my borrowed sweats up. He looked absolutely adorable drowning in a pair of my sweets and one of my hoodies. He’d refused to let me buy him any more, saying he preferred wearing mine. Who was I to argue when seeing him in my clothes settled that possessive part of me?

Never before had I acted this way about one of my exes. I didn’t care what they wore. I suppose if I thought about it, I didn’t really care what they did or the time we spent together. Nothing had ever felt so right as it did with River.

“P-please.” He slipped onto his favorite stool at the end of the breakfast bar. Shadow darted out of his crate to greet him. These two had become inseparable recently, but I didn’t begrudge the dog much, even if it did make snuggle time on the couch challenging.

Knowing someone was here for River when I had to head in to the station was a comfort, especially when I worked nights. Shadow slept on his bed, curled up at his feet, or beside his chest when his nightmares were particularly volatile.

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