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I had no idea how this would work, but Hux wasn’t just claiming me as his?—

I claimed him right back.

CHAPTER SIX

HUX

I lay between Anya’s luscious thighs, fucking her slowly. My cock eased into her wetness as she gasped for me, the softest, prettiest whimpers she offered our personal snowed in soundtrack. My cock throbbed, but I held back the deep seated ache to fill her to the brim, needing to feel her tight, hot walls clench around me at least once more before I came.

Not that I was in any rush. The snow still fell outside, though the heavier drifts had lessened, leaving us blanketed in the sort of thick silence that cut us off from the world.

Fucking perfect.

My hand slid down to her hip, my thumb curving into the sensitive spot below the bone as I pressed down and glided forward. Her shattered cry nearly undid me, but hell, I'd deal with the pain of holding back to hear her fall apart like that for me at least a half dozen more times.

“Please, Hux.” Her mouth formed an ‘o’ on a silent cry as I drove deep and withdrew in the same unhurried tempo we’d kept up for an age. My thighs screamed, but she felt too damn good to stop, all soft and liquid heat beneath me. “I need?—”

I leaned down and kissed her, stealing her words as she gushed for me on demand. If I learned nothing else in the last hours, it was that Anya loved being kissed. Fuck knew if the hellish ex hadn’t done it enough, but he sure as fuck hadn’t paid attention to what his girl needed. Not that she should ever have been his in the first place.

“I know what you need, beautiful.” I stared down at her as she unraveled beneath me, memorizing the way her eyes closed. Her lips softened before I kissed her gently, then a little harder, letting my own need uncoil as her pleasure washed over her. “You can let go now.”

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her fingertips trembling as I withdrew a little faster, slammed back in a little harder on repeat until she continued clenching around me in a wave of endless, perfect heat.

“Don’t let go—” Her breath hitched as I wrapped her tight in my arms, sank my fingers into her scalp and fucked us both into oblivion, her name on my lips.

Only her.

Fuck, if she knew how much of a stalker I’d been on those early trips…I swallowed hard, still embedded deep inside her and sucked on the hollow of her throat as she shuddered for me in the aftermath of our marathon lovemaking session.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” she murmured weakly, her voice faint and strained. Not that I blamed her. She’d been screaming for the better part of the morning, and from how her stomach rumbled more than once, I needed to feed the stunning woman in my arms.

I drew my lips across her cheek to the corner of her lips, smiling. “Happy birthday, Annie.”

She stilled. For a moment I thought I’d gotten it wrong, but I knew I hadn’t. I’d waited for this day for years, unable to comeback and tell her. Unable to see her and not think of my parents, or Adam. But now…

Something had changed.

“I thought you might have forgotten,” she murmured, rubbing her fingertips across my shoulders lightly. Tentative.

I braced a forearm over her head.Truth or dare?“I never forgot, Annie. I wanted to do something for you that weekend. Back when you turned eighteen. But…it all fell apart for me then. This time I didn’t want to risk not telling you.”

She stopped breathing beneath me. Stopped moving. The whole house seemed eerily quiet and still.

I swallowed hard. Now I’d done the truth part, it was time for the dare. A long overdue one.

Tell. Her.

“I fell in love with you a long time ago, Anya. Back when I thought age mattered and that I couldn’t touch you because you were?—”

“Your best friend’s baby sister?” She raised an eyebrow.

“That,” I acknowledged. “And I wanted to make sure you were old enough to make your own choices. That I wasn’t pushing what I wanted on you. But when you offered me everything I wanted last night… Christ almighty, girl—” I choked on the memory of her naked in the bed,mymotherfucking bed, waiting for me to crawl in next to her, and shook my head. “Gotta say, it was a close thing.”

The faintest smile graced her lips. “Annie.”

“Huh?”

“I like it when you call me Annie. No one else does that.”

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