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“I love you,” I growled, pistioning my hips into her searing heat.

Nothing was fast enough to take the edge off my need as I pummeled her into the side of the building.

“Dex," she cried out, her liquid walls already tightening around my cock.

The fight hadn't worked. I couldn't thrash her out of my system, but I sure as fuck could burn her into my soul. Zin writhed, pinned on my cock where I had a front row seat to every inch of her pulsing arousal.

"If we do this again, if I come back—I don't leave. You stay with me. I stay with you. We wake up in the morning together, every damn sunrise. I’m never leaving your fucking room to walk across campus in the middle of the night nursing an aching heart ever again. Do you understand me?"

“I just want you.” She nodded, her words and pleas an insensible mix as she gushed hot and fresh on my cock. Her lashes fluttered as I drove into her faster.

“Just me?” I teased, my voice gravelly.

“Shut up and fuck me, Dex.” She rolled her hips, pulsing around my cock with the beginnings of her pleasure.

"You come for me and only me from right now,” I grated. "We do this the right way. You’ve got my heart, Zin. I’m yours. Always.”

Her cry ripped free as she milked me, root to tip. "Yes! I love you, I want you?—"

Clawed hands contracted on my shoulders at the same time as her pussy strangled my cock, marking me. I threw my head back, shouting my own release to the night. I didn't care who heard us. My only thoughts were for the stunning woman in my arms.

“I love you,” I whispered, bracing my arms against the wall behind her back so the brick wouldn't graze her tender skin, remaining lodged balls deep in her and unwilling to move.

She nodded, weary but sated. Her lips pressed to my neck where I thought she might have bitten me. It didn’t matter. Cool night air traced my scorched skin. I knew I had to move though I could have stayed buried in her all fucking night and do it all again later. A pained whimper fell from her lips as I shifted.

"Take it easy, Zin.” I withdrew from the hot, soaked sheath of her, careful of her tender, bruised skin, placing her feet back on the ground and holding her up when her legs failed. Tucking my cock away, I used the hem of my shirt to wipe her swollen skin where I’d slammed into her on repeat. I didn't have much to clean her up with, and she’d be dripping with my cum as we walked back to campus. "You have my heart. Always. From our first time. Hell, since the first day I saw you.”

I stroked her hair as she mumbled something into my shirt that I couldn't make out. Tucking my knuckles beneath her chin, I tilted her head back. Dark shadows of mascara tracked her cheeks. Lip gloss smeared across the corners of her mouth where I hadn't eaten it away. Her eyes glistened with fear and love and everything in between. She had never looked so fucking beautiful.

“I’ve got you.” I nudged her nose with mine and kissed her softly while she murmured something I couldn’t hear against my lips. "Say that again, Zinzi."

“I love you. And I've got you, too." She lifted her head as though parting from my skin was the hardest thing she could do right now and smiled. “I tried to hate you so I couldn't feel anything, but not letting you in just made it worse.”

My own craving was reflected in her dozy, sated eyes. I crushed her against me where she fit into every hollow of my body the way she always had.

Perfect, beautiful, and mine.

Just mine.

CHAPTER TWELVE

ZINZI

Dex woke me with a mind blowing morning orgasm. I loved it. And that was the problem. Because I wasn’t sure what I loved more—his orgasms, or him. Not that it mattered right now. Because my legs already trembled from the eight mile walk from the place where he’d been fighting all the way back to campus after a rough round with him.

He’d showered both of us, and I’d been asleep in his arms before our bodies hit his mattress mere minutes after we entered his bedroom, but at least we were clean.

And he’d left his bedroom window open before we entered, as though he knew—or maybe he hoped—that he would return with me tonight. Or one night.

The hope was the part that got me. And maybe the fact that I woke up with his tongue doing magic things between my legs. His fingers banded around my wrists where he held them firmly over my stomach—enough that I could pull free, maybe—if I chose, but…

I didn’t. Pull away, that was. I stayed right where he wanted me.

I bit my lip to hold my moans in, my thighs trembling over his shoulders as I gushed on his tongue mere moments after I woke.

“Fuck,” I breathed, letting my legs fall open as he slithered his way up my body to lodge himself deep inside me. One hand found my hip, the other tangled in my hair.

“Taste yourself on my tongue, sweetness,” he murmured, staring down at me before he leaned in and offered me his mouth.

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