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His thrusts were deep and controlled, like he was savoring every second. His forehead pressed against mine, his hands roaming, gripping, caressing, like he couldn’t decide which part of me to hold onto the tightest.

“Mine,” he murmured against my lips. “Every fucking inch of you.”

I moaned, arching into him, matching his rhythm, meeting every thrust, every movement, feeling him everywhere.

It was slow. It was intense. It was everything.

He kissed me through every moan, every gasp, every quiet cry of his name.

And then—he shifted, angling his hips just right, and I shattered again, my body tensing, then releasing all at once.

Jace let out a low, guttural groan, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate as he chased his release. His breath came in hot, unsteady bursts against my skin, his grip on my hips tightening like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance between us.

And then, as if the need to claim me wasn’t enough, as if he had to remind me that I was his in every way, he softened—his movements slowing, his lips seeking me.

He pressed his forehead to mine, his lips skimming over my temple and my cheek before finally capturing my mouth in a slow, lingering kiss—like he needed to taste me, to keep me close. His arms tightened around me, holding me like I was something rare, something he’d never let go of.

Like I was the most precious thing in the world.

I shivered as he tucked me against his chest, his heartbeat a wild, erratic drum against my skin.

Neither of us spoke.

There was no need.

Because this?

This waseverything.

CHAPTER 27

JACE

Iwas in my happy place, lying next to a very naked Riley, her warm body tucked against mine, her slow, even breaths ghosting against my collarbone. She was actually sleeping soundly, and I was not about to mess with that.

Which, obviously, meant something was about to ruin it.

Buzz.Buzz.

I cracked one eye open, barely lifting my head from the pillow as I reached over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand.

Unknown Number.

I swiped it open.

Unknown: Walk outside.

I stared, then contemplated throwing my phone at the wall and pretending I never saw it.

This would also be noted in my comment card to the Sphinx because they should have better timing than this. Naked soulmates were a line that should not be crossed.

Rubbing a hand down my face, I blew out a breath. I didn’t need a second text to know that ignoring them would only lead to something worse. Like them dragging me out of bedthemselves. Or worse, waking up Riley. Which would probably lead to jail time on my part, and I was way too pretty for prison.

I glanced at the babycakes in question. She hadn’t stirred, blissfully unaware that I had been summoned by the secret society from hell. Her face was soft and peaceful, her hair fanned out on my pillow like a fucking wet dream. A dream I really didn’t want to leave.

Sighing, I pressed a kiss to her forehead before grudgingly slipping out of bed and grabbing the sweats I’d thrown on a chair earlier today, along with a pair of shoes. At least I had the opportunity to be dressed forthisfun adventure. That was an improvement to waking up practically naked on a rooftop.

Maybe I’d note that in my comment card as well.

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