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Sucking in a breath, his lips brushed my ear as his hands let my wrists go only to land in my hair and hold me down. His weight smothered me against the floor.

Nowhere to go.

No way to stop him.

For a horrifying second, I panicked but then his whisper set me free. “I’m the one inside you, Sailor. I’m the one fucking you. From now on, I’m the only one. You belong to me and you’re going to come for me. Because the moment you do, I can join you and, ahfuck—”

I came.

I shattered.

He felt me.

He swallowed a curse as I cried out, convulsing with body-fisting waves.

Clench after clench, I exploded with the best orgasm of my life, milking him, gripping him, making him—

“JesusChrist.” His pace switched to shallow rutting pumps, captured by his own release. His back locked beneath my fingers; his groan echoed in the room.

His release added another level to mine and I lost myself to it.

We clung to each other as we fell and shattered and when the explosion ceased, we flopped into a sticky, sweaty mess and didn’t say a word.

We couldn’t.

There weren’t any to say.

It was just…perfect.

* 46 *

Zander

Who Needs Furniture

I’D DONE A GREAT MANY THINGS THAT were severely bad for my health the past month or so…and that long list started and ended with Sailor Melody Rose.

I’d broken the law for her, disguised myself for her, realised I wanted more with her, and become slightly unhinged. She’d conjured needs in me that I’d never felt before and forced me to come face to face with the fact that I was sick to death of being the good guy.

After almost three decades of convincing myself I could never hurt anyone, I now had the undeniable urge to go on a rampage and let loose all this confusing, clawing, crippling fury, starting with her for putting herself in harm’s way.

I’d never been that free in bed before. Never felt that black obsession to consume and dominate. But with her? It’d taken all my willpower not to fuck her into the floor with no apology.

Kinda did that anyway.

Sighing heavily, I gathered her closer where we lay sweat-sticky and breathing hard on mismatched cushions. The living room smelled of fresh paint and she’d gotten rid of the couch and furniture. I liked that the bare bones of the room no longer held memories of what that bastard did to her and had been replaced entirely by what I’d done to her.

I’m also a bastard but at least I killed her with an orgasm instead of jealousy.

Sailor moaned and threw her leg over my thighs. Her arm flung over my waist as she nuzzled deeper, plastering us together. Her heart tapped the same chaotic rhythm mine did.

I’d heard that sex could be the greatest sedative, but I’d never experienced it. Now, I felt as if I’d chugged an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

Licking my lips and trying to get my breath back, I forced myself to be a man again and not the monster who’d just done dirty things to her. Kissing the top of her head, I groaned, “What did you just do to me?” Every part of me felt as if we’d punched each other in a boxing ring until we’d passed out.

Her heavy sigh sounded utterly content. “I believe you finally gave in and took what you wanted for a change.” She hugged me tighter. “Feels good, huh?”

“Good?” I could barely keep my eyes open. “That word is nowhere near adequate to describe how I feel.”

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