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“You’re so fucking tight, Firefly,” he growls, his voice strained with barely concealed need. “Please tell me I can move, baby,” he begs, as my body begins craving more, the ache inside me igniting into flames. I nod, giving him all the assurance he needs.

With a primal growl, he begins to thrust, starting slowly but quickly losing himself in our rhythm. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, igniting my senses completely.

With each thrust, he fills me completely, claiming me as he promised. I can’t hold back the cries of pleasure spilling from my lips, each sound culminating in pure ecstasy.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts, sweat glistening on his forehead as he watches me writhe beneath him, arching into him, matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yes, Huxley, please,” I cry out, the building pleasure becoming a crescendo, threatening to consume me whole. He trails his hand between us to pinch my clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

“I’m going to claim this perfect cunt as mine,” he vows between gritted teeth, gripping my hips and driving into me harder, the intensity rising dramatically with each thrust. The pain from his fingers mixes beautifully with the pleasure to create this electric current within me.

“Trust me,” he demands as he wraps his hand around my throat tightly. Fear quickly morphs into something else entirely. I should be fucking terrified but for some reason I trust the bastard. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes is my undoing.

"Come for me, Firefly. Come all over my cock," he commands, and my body obeys, shattering into a million exquisite pieces.

A silent scream falls from my lips, as my muscles spasm around him, washing over me in waves of pure ecstasy.

His mouth finds mine in a fervent kiss, capturing my gasps and turning them into whispers of need. He cradles my face, fingers dancing against my skin as he deepens the kiss, adding a gentle urgency that pulls me deeper into him.

“You’re perfect, Raine,” he murmurs against my lips, a promise laced with the heavy weight of desire.

Huxley thrusts a few more times, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me completely with his seed. He collapses on top of me as if the sheer force of our passion has driven the breath from his body.

As we lay tangled together, gasping for air, a sense of serenity fills the air around us. My heart races, but this time it is from joy, as Huxley presses a gentle kiss against my temple, whispering softly, “You’re mine now, Firefly.”

“Yes,” I agree as he nuzzles into my neck.

“You took me so well, baby,” he purrs, licking along my neck.

The world outside fades, drowned in the intensity of my desire for Huxley, the intoxicating mix of danger and pleasure that promises to consume me whole. I surrender to the fire within, letting it scorch our boundaries, leaving only ashes of caution in its wake.

Chapter Six

Huxley

Sunlight streams through the curtains, waking me from the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. My gaze drifts down to the figure beside me, and a smile breaks across my face.

Raine lies on her side, her bare skin glowing in the morning light. The way her body cuddles against mine sends rivulets of heat coursing through me, my already hardening cock pressing against her backside. Damn, this little vixen is going to be the death of me. We spent most of the night marking every surface in this cabin, indulging in our desires as though the world outside had crumbled away.

I remember the moment I broke through her defenses, the way she surrendered to me, insatiable and wild. The memory sends a stir of longing through my body, and I can’t help but watch her as she sleeps, her blonde hair fanning out around the pillows like a halo. Everything about Raine is pure and sweet, making me wonder, not for the first time, how she got pulled into her father’s illegal activity. I need to know everything, even if she’s scared to tell me. I’m the only one who can protect her from him.

Gently, I pull the blanket over her bare shoulder, feeling the softness of her skin against my fingertips. She stirs slightly butdoesn’t wake. With a sigh, I slide out of bed, careful not to disturb her. The chill in the air raises goosebumps on my skin, so I make my way to the fireplace, wanting to tend to the flames that had lulled us to sleep.

The wood crackles as I add more logs, the heat brushing against my face as the flame reignites. I step back, letting the warmth envelop me while I take a moment to gather my thoughts. This place, a sanctuary away from the prying eyes of the world, feels like our secret. The cabin, nestled deep in the woods, is a perfect getaway from the chaos that always seems to follow us.

Heading to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and let the hot water cascade over my body, the steam enveloping me like a comforting shroud. As I lather shampoo into my hair, I think about Raine—her laugh, the way her eyes light up when she’s excited, the sound of her voice as she whispers my name. In contrast to those sweet moments is the darkness surrounding her, the shadows cast by her father’s activities. It’s a burden she carries alone, and I can’t help but feel the weight of that responsibility as I stand beneath the water, it mingles with my own thoughts.

After rinsing off, I towel-dry my hair and throw on a pair of jeans, opting to go bare-chested for now. I step back into the main room, where the fire casts flickering shadows against the walls, reigniting the passion from last night. Glancing at the bed, I see Raine has shifted. Her back is to me, and even in sleep, she radiates an aura of innocence mixed with an untamed spirit.

“Morning, Firefly,” I call softly, watching her wake. She stretches luxuriously, the blankets slipping down her body before she turns to face me, that sleepy smile lighting up her face.

“Morning,” she replies, her voice still husky from slumber. “What time is it?”

“Early enough that we can make the most of the day,” I say, stepping closer. Raine’s gaze wanders down to my bare torso, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“I can think of a few ways to spend the morning,” she teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I step closer, the heat between us palpable. “We could pick up where we left off last night,” I suggest, leaning down to capture her lips with mine. She responds instantly, melting against me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

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