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“Jesus Christ. I knew you’d feel good…but fuck, Everly.”

He starts to move, a slow rhythm that steals the breath from my lungs. Each thrust grinds deeper, his hips rolling into mine, coaxing sensations that send moans spilling from me. It’s overwhelming, every thrust breaking me apart, scattering me into pieces I don’t want him to put back together.

“Tell me how it feels. How I feel inside you.”

“It’s… intense,” I gasp, my fingers curling into his shoulders as he drives deeper. “I can feel every inch of you. You’re… so deep. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“Baby, you’re handling every inch just like I knew you would.”

His hips snap against me in a sudden, hard thrust, drawing a cry from my lips.

The pain is sharp, but it’s laced with pleasure, the two blending until I can’t tell them apart.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

One hand slides to my throat, his thumb pressing beneath my chin, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. The pressure is light, just enough to make me tremble.

“Look at me,” he murmurs. “Feel me. All of me.”

His movements shift, his cock dragging against something that sends a sharp shock of pleasure shooting through my core, and I arch beneath him, a strangled moan leaving my lips.

His grip tightens just enough to keep me grounded, to remind me who’s in control, and the combination of his hold and the relentless way he fills me makes my head spin.

My body reacts instinctively, clenching around him, pulling him deeper, and he groans, his thrusts turning harder, sharper, the force of him driving me closer to the edge.

As his pace quickens, I see the desire in his eyes intensify into something dark, primal, something that sends an unholy shiver through me, and I taste the sinful thrill on my tongue.

“That’s it,” he growls, rough with desire. “Your body’s taking me perfectly. It’s starting to feel good now, isn’t it?”

A moan tears from my lips, his words hitting something deep and carnal, unraveling every thread of resistance, leaving me open and exposed.

He moves faster, harder, grinding his hips against mine, his hand trailing from my throat down my side, gripping my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

The pressure builds, the heat coils, twisting tighter with every thrust, every grind of his hips against my clit. It’s overwhelming—a pleasure that owns me completely, and the world narrows to the rhythm of him, the way his cock fills me, stretches me, the heat of his skin against mine.

“I can feel you trembling,” he breathes. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Give it to me, Everly.”

With a final, deep thrust, he presses into me, and I’m lost. The coil snaps, and pleasure detonates, wave after wave ripping through me as my nails dig into his shoulders, desperate to hold on.

My cries echo in the small space, his name on my lips as I shatter and break into pieces of euphoria beneath him.

“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He doesn’t stop. He holds me tighter, moving faster, deeper, dragging out every pulse of ecstasy until I’m gasping, trembling in his arms.

The low rumble of his moans is beautiful, the sound moving through my bones. He’s perfect like this—wild and undone, muscles straining, rhythm faltering. It takes my breath away, stripping me of strength but leaving me more desperate, more addicted than before.

A rough moan tears from his throat, and I whimper as he slams his lips onto mine, kissing me fiercely. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, exploring every crevice with an urgency that matches the rapid pounding of my heart.

And when he stills, I feel it—the subtle jerks and deep pulses of his cock as he comes, igniting something fierce and wild, a need I didn’t know existed.

A need to feel him come inside me over…and over…and over again.

I’m breathless when he tears his lips from mine, leaning his head down into my neck, and murmurs, “Your pussy is all mine now, little troublemaker.Youare all mine now, and I don’t want anyone else touching you. Ever.”

The weight of his words sinks in, a dark promise I know he’ll keep—and for reasons I don’t fully understand, I want him to.

Chapter 23

ISAIA

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