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She keeps going. Hot. Wet. Tight.

All on her own.

“That’s it.”

She lifts, pushing off her lower legs, and a whimper escapes.

Then she slams down on me.

“Fuck.”

Her breaths are tight and shallow.

My dick pulses. Stretching her. Filling her.

A tight fit. So fucking good.

The urge to take over is so fucking strong. To claim. To ensure tomorrow she’s so sore that with every movement she thinks of me.

And why would I want that?

Because I can’t get her out of my head.

What’s fair is fair.

She rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing herself over me, bringing herself to the edge. A fucking wondrous sight to behold.

When her head tilts back, gazing up to the heavens, she pulses around me, and I let myself go.

Do I want more? Do I want to flip her onto her back and drive into her like a wild, rutting animal? Yes, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her.

She collapses against me, and I sit straighter, holding her against my chest, the two of us still joined.

“You listened to me.”

The words are so soft. She presses her lips to my chest, and I tighten my hold.

“I’ll always listen.”

She pulls back. “Was it all right for you?”

I’m still inside her, softening yes, but god, still in her, and she asks that?

I answer her with my lips, and a kiss that sparks another round that’s somehow more intense.

CHAPTER24

NICK

“You have a visitor.”

Scarlet stands in the doorway. It’s been the two of us in the house since we left Lina at the rehabilitation center four days ago. Heightened security remains at the perimeter.

“The guard waved him in. He’s the same man who appeared at the graveside service.”

Ah, fuck. Dorian. Post-blackout, we’ve been crazed, and in my nonworking hours, well, I’ve had Scarlet. If I’m honest, the nonworking hours have been plentiful. I’ve operated in a state of denial, locked away on my estate. He must’ve been dispatched to hound me.

“Where is he?”

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