Page 161 of Claiming Pretty

I glanced around the room as he pushed his pants down into a pile beside the couch before lowering himself between my legs.

Over his shoulder, sunlight poured through tall windows overlooking the sea, illuminating shelves the exact color of driftwood.

This wasn’t just my house. This wasmy dream house.

The realization hit me like a tidal wave, knocking the breath from my lungs as fragments of a long-ago conversation resurfaced.

I’d described this exact room. The big library filled with light, with a view of the sea. The shelves like driftwood. The couches like sea glass.

But not to Ciaran.

My heart twisted violently in my chest. I hadn’t told Ciaran.

It was Ty.

Ty had been the one who had saved me from that party. He’d sat me on the counter and fed me strawberries.

I’d told Ty about my dream house, about what would becomeourdream house.

The earth tilted beneath me as the weight of the realizationsettled in my bones. All this time, I had thought it was Ciaran whom I had fallen for first.

But it was Ty.

It had always been Ty.

“You…” I started, but the words got caught in my throat.

He thrust into me, cutting me off, igniting a fire that spread through my entire body.

Nothing else existed in that moment except for him, filling me, consuming me, claiming me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ty groaned, his voice low and gravelly. “You fit me so perfectly.”

His movements were hard and rough and desperate, each thrust more forceful than the last.

“You…” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “You remembered.”

He growled, a sound that reverberated through his chest and into mine.

“I remember everything about you, Ava,” he said, his voice breaking just enough to send a fresh wave of emotion crashing over me, even as his hands gripped my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh hard enough to leave marks.

I welcomed the pain, craved it even, as it grounded me in this moment.

“And I will rememberthis.”

Before I could ask what he meant, Ty snatched something from the side of the couch and stuffed it in my mouth.

I smelled my own arousal on my lace panties and groaned.

There was another scent which I couldn’t place, but it was familiar.

Ty sealed his hand over my mouth and nose and fucked me roughly, on the edge of brutally.

My head went light, the afternoon sunlight blazing into twinkling sunbeams as I moaned desperately against my panties, feeling the pressure building.

I was already so close.

Ty’s pace quickened, his hips snapping against mine with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

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