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But I know he would never let that happen.

Marco lines himself up at my entrance, but he brings his eyes to mine before pushing inside, as though he’s asking if I’m sure.

I don’t blame him for doubting it, considering all I’ve done since coming back to the city is push him away, but I’ve finally realized that I don’t want to live with my life without him.

I need him. I’m not complete without him.

“Please fuck me, Marco,” I whisper, and his eyes darken before he slams into me with one deep thrust, pulling a scream from my throat.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Marco

Present

I’ll never get enough of her.

That’s my only thought as I slam inside of her and hear her scream in response.

Her blonde locks are framed around her face like a halo. Fitting, since it almost feels like she was sent from above just for me.

In the years she was gone, I used to think that to be true. Only I thought she was sent here to destroy me, because after having her and losing her, I was ruined without her.

She is my fucking life and losing her almost killed me.

But now that I have her again? There’s no going back. I’ll be Sloane’s until the day I die, and I can only hope that she’ll be mine, too.

“You’re so tight and wet for me, baby,” I grunt as I pull back and thrust into her. “Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me.”

She whimpers beneath me and I lean down to capture her mouth with mine. The kiss is as rough as my thrusts as I pound into her like my life depends on it. My thumb finds her clit and I rub in circular motions, fucking desperate to get her off.

“Come for me, baby.” I speed up my tempo. “I need to feel your pussy squeeze the life out of my dick. Be a good little cock slut and shatter for me,” I grunt, and like the good little girl she is, her head tips back on a silent scream as she tightens around me. Her body trembles as her orgasm takes over. I slow down a little to fight off my own orgasm.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I grunt as I continue with slow thrusts as she comes undone. Her little moans and whimpers only serve to turn me on more, and I want nothing more than to fuck her like a man possessed until I spill inside of her, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I want this to last.

My mind still can’t process the fact that she’s back, and that this time, she means to stay.

The pain from losing her still ebbs and flows inside of me, but I plan to cherish every goddamn moment I have with her. I won’t ever take her for granted, I won’t ever become complacent with having her in my life.

She deserves the fucking world, and for some crazy reason, she’s allowing me to be the one to give it to her.

“Are you ready to give me one more?” I ask between shallow thrusts.

She shakes her head adamantly. “I can’t, Marco. It’s too much,” she whines, and I grin down at her.

“It’ll never be too much, baby,” I murmur as I stare down at her in awe. “Not with us. I promise.”

I pull out and grab her hips, pulling her towards me until she slides off the counter before I spin her around and grab the back of her neck, pushing her down until her face is flat against the island and she’s bent over for me.

“Such a compliant little whore, aren’t you?” I ask as I line myself up with her entrance. “So full of attitude outside of the bedroom, but as soon as I get you naked, all you want to do is give in to me.” I slowly inch my way inside of her and she whimpers in response.

“Marco,” she whispers like a plea on the tip of her tongue that wraps around me, blanketing me in her.

“You good, baby?” I ask.

“So good,” she says and turns her head more to look at me. “But you promised me another, so I’m really gonna need you to fuck me now.”

Holy goddamn shit.

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