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If it were up to me, I'd toss this man to his back and spear myself on his cock in the same breath.

"Ready?" he asks, his lips moving over the skin on my neck.

I moan my approval, holding my breath as he pulls his hips back.

I spread for him, giving him the access to my body that I've been protecting all this time.

There's no doubt when he nudges right at the perfect spot, that this is how it was always meant to be.

We weren't supposed to do this that night in the hot tub or the next day in the shower. I wasn't meant to climb into the back seat of the SUV and give this to him then.

Now.

It was always supposed to be now.

My mouth opens on a soundless moan when he pushes forward, filling me for the first time.

Maybe I'm a dreamer now, although I've never been one to partake in living in a fantasy world, but this is the epitome of perfection—the pull, the burn, the stretch, the ache that eases other aches. It's more than I ever imagined it could be.

It seems unreal just how perfect he is for me, and I dig my nails into his back, holding on in fear that I could lose what we have. But instead of calling me out on it, he leans in, pressing his lips to mine as he also holds me closer.

He whispers my name as he pulls his hips back, the drag of him inside of me igniting an even larger fire.

I whisper his name, knowing the weight of his body on mine is the only thing holding me down.

My body trembles, my knees feeling weak despite being on my back.

"Kaylee," he groans, repositioning again until he presses forward, striking at something deep inside that makes my vision swim with pleasure.

He lifts my leg, draping it over his arm, much the same way he did in the SUV, and it opens me for him, allowing him to press closer.

I swim in ecstasy with him, my body playing a song that only he knows the words to, and it's heaven.

A deeper ache comes alive, a throb of urgency that he seems to understand. Ellis feeds that ache, giving me exactly what I need.

"Ellis," I pant once again.

"Me too, baby."

We explode as if it was choreographed, as if we have been practicing this dance for years, and reaching the top of the mountain in tandem was always the goal.

My body shakes, and I can't tell which pulses are his and which are mine, but in the end, it doesn't even matter.

In the end, I'm in his arms, trying to catch my breath.

In the end, he whispers that I'm his anchor too.

Chapter 39

Heathen

I don't care how many times the guys turn around in their seats to stare at me. Kincaid could order me to stand on a podium in the middle of town and treat me like a circus act, and it couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

My girl is wearing my ring, and several little nip marks from my mouth proudly this morning.

I know she's safe here at the villa, and since she has no plans to leave anytime soon, there's no need for me to feel worried. The world isn't perfect by any means, but our world is as close as I think it can come right now, and I'll celebrate that until it changes.

Living in fear or letting myself get lost in the hatred I have for the man who hurt her last night only diminishes the time we have together.

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