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I don’t let go of him. I keep holding tight. We’re not just slick where we’re joined, our skin is stuck together all along our front. I bite down on his shoulder, sinking my teeth deep. His answering roar near my ear is so satisfying that I could burst from the ferocity of it.

It’s only a few more thrusts before I’m breaking apart. He’s riding me down the length of his cock, lifting me back up and slamming me again. My clit keeps bumping up against him and the last time he does it, that’s what finally sets me off.

I go from breaking to a bomb blast that shatters me completely.

This is no normal climax.

I have to sink my teeth into his shoulder and fuse my mouth there to keep from screaming the place down. Enough wounded animal whimpers get out that it breaks him and he thrusts hard and spills inside of me. His body shudders against me, jacking into me with such force that I’m the one holding him.

I cling to him long before his arms wrap around my back and his hand caresses my hair tenderly. I’m still seeing stars because his cock is still kicking inside of me, even half spent. My cheeks are wet. I’m crying from all the jumbled sensations, the force of my climax, the storm that swept over me.

I’m holding Raiden too tight. I should let go. It’s dangerous, being this close, but tonight, I want to take the risk.

I’ve already taken it.

If I’m supposed to hold out and protect us from each other, it’s a game I’m not playing very well.

I don’t let go. I keep myself wrapped around him like a second skin cherishing his slowing breaths, the damp heat of him, the solid power of his body. He’s not holding himself back from the risk either. He told me, in that mystified, deep and tender tone, that he’s shit at this game too.

My tears keep leaking down my cheeks, bathing his shoulder.

“I hope you’re crying because you’re happy,” he says, low and slow, rolling out the words almost lazily.

“You already know I am.”

I pull back and through the haze of tears, Raiden looks different. Softer. Gentler.Happy too. it looks good on him. So beautiful on his already gorgeous, sharp features.

“I don’t want to leave here.” I smooth my fingertip over the bite mark on his shoulder. “Christ. I’m sorry.”

He glances at it and smirks back at me. “I like you leaving your mark on me.” His cock kicks inside of me, stretching and testing my limits, which are sensitive and almost sore after that climax that just rocked through me. I moan in response, wriggling against him.

One hand splays over my back and the other is at my hip. His holding me like that, like he can frame my entire body in just the width of his hands, is the most delicious thing I’ve known. Feeling safe, understood, protected, seen, wanted, is so muchmore than just coming. Climaxing is biology. It’s this sweet aftermath that makes me see stars.

“You don’t want to go back, we won’t. This party was about celebrating living and I’m happy to do that inside of you for the rest of the night.”

My heart turns over before I can stop it, falling and knocking hard. I press my forehead against his in assent before I fuse my mouth with his in further agreement.

Chapter 18

Raiden

Hell is freezing this morning.

Penny banged on my door, since my room is right beside Gray’s, and she has her own little room in his large living area. She snuck out while her mom was having an early morning shower and woke me up, demanding that I come into the kitchen and let her make me pretty.

There’s no disappointing a four-year-old, especially when she’s as adorable as my niece.

I’m sitting across the table from her in the clubhouse kitchen while Lark whips up a batch of waffles, letting Penny massacres—I mean paint—my nails.

“This is called a mwanicar,” she explains while she slops bright pink nail polish over half my index finger.

I bite down on a laugh. “Is it? I see.”

She’s all my sister and there’s not a minute of looking at her that I’m not reminded of Lark when she was that age. I’m seven years older than her. I took the protective big brother role seriously. That was the worst part about prison. I couldn’t be there to watch her. Couldn’t take her to her prom. I was there when she fell in love with my best friend because she’d been doing that since she was old enough to love even though I was too blind to see it at the time—but I wasn’t there when he fell for her. I couldn’t stop her from leaving and the only thing that brought her back was our mom getting sick.

She stayed because of Gray, but for our family too. We both went a lot of years without that. Family.

It’s good to be back.

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