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With my eyes trained on the exit sign, I hurry forward, hearing his heavy feet closing in as I shove the stairwell door open, ready to bolt down the flights of stairs.

Devon’s strong arm latches around my waist, his hand slapping over my mouth as I scream, my heart thrashing wildly like it’s ready to gallop off without me, and leave the shell of my body behind.

“You’re mine now, little mouse.” Devon growls against my ear, dropping me to my feet and spinning me before hoisting me up so my legs wrap around him.

“Why do you call me little mouse?” I ask, hoping he’ll finally tell me, and he smirks, his dark eyes piercing as he cups my cheek.

“Because I am the predator, and you are my prey. I’m the big scary cat, and you’re the sweet little mouse.”

I barely have a second to react before his lips are on mine, his weight pressing me into the cool concrete wall of the fire escape as he fumbles with his pants.

I moan, grind on any friction I can get as he frees himself, and then, with skilled fingers, he slips my panties aside and drives into me hard.

We both cry out, our moans echoing all the way up to the twenty sixth floor, and all the way back down to the bottom as he pounds into me, and all I can do is hold on, lose myself in his lips and tongue and the sparks of electricity that dance from his skin to mine.

There’s no extra stimulation needed. This right here is fuelled by more than lust. By more than sexual desire.

We fit. It makes no sense to me, but at the same time it makes all the sense in the world, and as he sends me to new heights, breaking our kiss, he draws back, pinning me to the wall with his hand around my throat to claim me completely. Mind. Body. And soul.

“You’re mine now, little mouse. I’m never letting you go.”

Chapter forty-four

Epilogue 1 - 6 Months Later

Devon - Part 1

She’s radiant. Glowing. Her hair is thicker and shinier. The swell of her breasts has grown considerably. And her belly is round and ripe with my child inside. She’s never looked more stunning.

“You look like a creeper,” Finn mutters from beside me as I watch Jaxcen out in the street being showered with gifts by the people in my town that have now become her friends. Her family.

“I don’t care. I’ll never get enough of her.”

“Yeah, I’ve picked up on that.” Finn chuckles. “You look exhausted though.”

This time I drag my gaze away from the baby shower celebrations and face my best mate.

“She’s so horny all the fucking time. We have sleep sex, like a lot.”

Finn’s brows shoot up. “What the fuck is sleep sex?”

I shrug. “I dunno. It’s just what I’m calling it. One minute we are both asleep. The next minute our bodies have gravitated together and we both wake aroused as fuck already groping each other.”

“Fuck. Really?” Finn asks. “That kinda sounds… hot.”

I nod. “It fucking is. Especially with how far gone she is when we finally wake. She’s like, possessed or something. All I have to do is let it happen.”

“Shit. Pregnancy hormones?” Finn asks and I shrug.

“Maybe. I hope it’s not just that though. I wanna keep waking up like that.”

We both chuckle before I turn my sights back out onto the street, watching Jaxcen’s sister, Presley dote over her.

“Last night, she was already well awake when she woke me. My cock in her hand, stroking me as her lips closed around my tip.” Fuck, my cock twitches at the memory. “She told me to go back to sleep, that she’ll be done soon, and then she rose over me and sat on my cock.”

“Fuck. You gotta stop telling me this. I’m getting hard which is not something I want to be doing from words that fall from your fucking lips.”

I laugh at Finn as he shifts uncomfortably and continue anyway.

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