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“You’re all broken in, baby girl. I’m done being gentle.”

He spears into me, and I cry out, every nerve in my body alive, a white-hot brand of fire burning everywhere all at once. Withthe stretch, there’s pain and euphoria, a heady mix that has me arching into him, my pussy so incredibly full, it’s like he’s carving himself into places I didn’t even know could ache this way.

“You have no idea how fucking good your pussy feels around me,” he grunts, fingers digging into my waist as he keeps me steady. Safe. “You’re so tight, and fuck, the way you squeeze me is enough to drive me mad.” Each movement sends shock waves through me, his withdrawal leaving an ache, his thrusts back in stealing the air from my lungs.

Time loses meaning, and the world around us dissolves until nothing exists but Isaia and his undiluted, powerful rhythm.

Over my lust and desire and ecstasy, I place my palms on his ass, urging him deeper, harder. His belt buckle painfully digs into my soft skin, but I only crave more. “Yes…yes. Oh, God.”

Abruptly, his hand covers my mouth, his eyes reflecting something wild and untamed.

“Not God, baby. Me.” He thrusts hard, and for a second I think I’ll fall. “Just fucking me.”

It’s like he’s carving his name into my soul with every rough thrust, etching his mark deep within where no one else can ever reach.

“Fuck,” he groans and snakes an arm around my back, his other hand grabbing my thigh, pulling it around his waist, our bodies interlocked so damn tight.

“I need you to come, baby girl.” He’s breathless, losing control, panting with his lips against my throat. “Can you do that for me? Come on my cock like the good girl I know you are?”

Those words sink so damn deep, I feel it in my core—licking, biting, until my body is nothing but a field of exploding stars.

“Isaia,” I whimper as my orgasm builds, flowing until it detonates, shaking every cell within me, leaving me a gasping, breathless mess just for him.

With his cock still buried deep, he fucks me through it—through the pleasure, the stars, the madness, the absolute fucking oblivion.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He pounds harder, panting, whimpering as he buries his face in my neck, mouthing fevered praises into my skin as if I’m his holy scripture, his salvation.

“Ah… fuck…fuck…Jesus.” His teeth sink into my flesh, the pain searing, his groans rough, animalistic, and I swear I can feel the very axis of the earth shift as he comes.

Isaia spills inside me, and it’s like my entire body is caught in a seismic wave, his cock throbbing, hot and pulsing, flooding me with his release.

The warmth spreads through me, deep and overwhelming, like liquid fire, and my pussy clenches around him, instinctively pulling him deeper, and the connection feels impossibly intimate, like he’s filling every inch of me—not just physically, but completely.

“Jesus, baby,” he gasps, licking from my collarbone up to just below my ear. “You’re going to fucking kill me with this, I swear to God.”

He pulls me off the ledge, arms wrapped firmly around my waist as he keeps me there, flush against him, possessing me in a way that's devastating and divine.

I’m desperate to catch my breath, my body weak, and I can feel his cum between my legs.

“I need to go to the ladies’,” I whisper through labored breaths, but he pulls me back the second I try to step away.

“No.” His irises flash, dangerously possessive. “I want you walking around with my cum inside you as a reminder of what belonging to me means.” He grips my jaw tightly. “Every fucking time you feel it leak out of you, dripping down your thighs, you’re going to fucking thank me for it.” He brushes his lips against mine. “Say you understand.”

I’m completely boneless as I stare up at him and nod.

His grip tightens. “Say it.”

“I…I understand,” I murmur, my heart beating impossibly fast.

Leaning his forehead to mine, he closes his eyes and sighs. “That’s my good girl.”

Chapter 32

EVERLY

The Ferrari smooths up the driveway to my house, and when he cuts the engine, the silence is stark.

My heart still pounds from the lingering heat between us, my body thrumming with an energy that has nothing to do with the motion of the car and everything to do with him.

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