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I’m done for.

My mouth crashes onto hers, and she moans into me, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me deeper.

I grip her waist, lifting her onto the washstand, knocking the basin aside as I step between her legs.

She gasps against my lips, her thighs tightening around me, pulling me closer.

I slide my hands up her back, tracing the shape of her body, drinking in the way she feels against me, under me.

“I need you,” she breathes.

Fuck.

I tilt her chin up, my lips brushing her jaw, her throat, her pulse hammering against my mouth.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper against her skin. “Because if you don’t?—”

She shakes her head, cutting me off.

“Don’t stop.”

That’s all I need.

I grip her thighs, lifting her into my arms, and carry her to the bed.

Her fingers are already pulling at my shirt, dragging it over my head, her lips tracing the lines of my chest.

My hands wander, tracing the dips and curves of her body, memorizing her all over again.

When I push her back against the mattress, she reaches for me.

And this time, I don’t hold back.

Chapter Eleven

VIVIENNE HAWTHORNE

Orion hovers over me, his body heat, strength, power all wrapped in one. My breath catches as he trails his lips down my throat, each kiss sparking a deeper ache inside me. But this isn’t just physical—it’s more.

I can feel him.

Not just the press of his body against mine, but inside me. His emotions, his hunger, his desperation thrumming in sync with mine. The bond between us is alive, pulsing like a second heartbeat, fusing us together in a way I never imagined.

I need more.

My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groans, his lips crushing against mine.

“Vivienne,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. His forehead presses against mine, his breath hot and unsteady.

I arch against him, rolling my hips, feeling the hard length of him pressing against my core. I need him. Now.

“Please,” I whisper, my nails digging into his back.

His entire body shudders.

His hands grip my thighs, pushing them apart, and I feel the thick tip of him sliding against me, teasing, coaxing me open.

I gasp, my head falling back, the anticipation coiling so tight inside me I feel like I might break.

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