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His teeth find my ear. Nipping the sensitive lobe, he forces a shudder out of me. “Beg me for it, Mia. Beg me for my cum.”

I feel like I’ve been swallowing down nitrous oxide for the past twenty minutes—I’m giddy and light and happy—so it’s no punishment to whimper, “I need you, Cole. I need you to fuck your seed into me. I want to be full of you. I want you to rub it on my clit. Please, please, please. Give it to me. Everything. I want everything…”

With a hissedfucccck, he blasts me with his release, pumping it into me for endless, torturous moments. I feel the edge of the peak he’s had me hovering at, and I let myself tumble over the side into the waiting chasm.

It goes on forever but it could be seconds or an eternity.

I’ve never felt so connected to someone as I do with him. Never experienced such an intense welter of pain that’s almost primal as it morphs into the most bittersweet of pleasures.

It rings in my ears, makes dark spots glimmer in my eyes, and sends a quake through my nerve endings that floors me.

When, eventually, I come to, I feel his weight on me because his head is resting atop my tits and it’s hard to breathe.

I don’t complain though.

I stroke my hands through his hair, feeling deliciously sore and beautifully sated, and let us both relax.

When he kisses my breast, that’s when I realize, at some point, he tore open my shirt. But it was worth it to feel that soft caress.

After anointing both breasts with a kiss, he straightens, and that’s when I see the state of him.

At some point, he also lost his sweater and his chest and arms are a mass of scratches. Because my nails are short, they’re more like red ravines that I dug into him as he tormented me with pleasure. The softly puckered scar tissue on his abs wasn’t spared either—Jesus, he turns me into an animal!

When he stares at himself then focuses back on me, I can read his smugness.

“I think someone lives up to their rep,” is what he tells me.

My brow furrows in confusion, and when I rasp, “What do you mean?” I realize how loud I was screaming because my throat hurts.

He winks at me. “KillerCatQueen7has claws.”

As I blush, he hauls me around until he lifts me into his arms and takes me to the bathroom.

I watch him putter after he places me on the counter. I let him run the bath, knowing we’ll both end up in there once it’s full.

As he moves, I study him.

He’s a work of art, a conundrum, and my idea of dessert all rolled into one.

I’m not sure if I deserve to be this lucky, but I’ll take it for as long as he lets me have him.

I’m not sure forever exists for people like me, but he makes me wish it did.

CHAPTER 33

COLE

LATER THAT WEEK

“What’s this about?”Liam strides into my apartment once I open the door, not happy about the summons. “I see you assholes enough without eating into my free time too.”

“Greco called the meeting.” I shrug but pass him a kombucha because I know he prefers that to beer nowadays.

“And you let him host it at your place?”

“Knew it was the only way you’d come.”

His harrumph tells me I’m correct.

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