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I rested my forehead against hers, staring down into her soul as I took everything that she offered me. “All mine.”

“Max.” She released my name on a soft, broken sound, and her pussy clenched around me.

I thrust in hard, rocking her entire body. She cried out, and I consumed the sound of her pained lust. I gentled her with more coaxing kisses, urging her to accept my claim over her body. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, clutching me closer as she began to rock her hips, meeting my harsher thrusts.

I groaned her name and pressed deeper, demanding more. She surrendered, moaning into my mouth as her kisses turned frenzied and desperate. Her core squeezed my cock, so close to her release.

I pulled back so I could look into her eyes once again. I rested my palm over her pale throat and cupped her jaw, tipping her head back. She had no choice but to stare up at me, her gaze sparkling with lust and something like awe. The sight of her utter surrender made me come undone.

A harsh curse dropped from my lips, and I rocked my hips into her as I pinched her nipples.

“Come for me, Allie,” I growled, my cock already pulsing inside her.

She said my name on a ragged cry, and her back arched as her pussy tightened almost painfully around my dick. I threw back my head on a rough shout, finally allowing my own release. I pumped into her, hard and fast as we both rode the waves of our mutual pleasure. She screamed out her orgasm, her nails scoring my shoulders. I welcomed the sting, the little bites of her desperate lust heightening my own ecstasy.

Her cunt fluttered, little aftershocks of her orgasm tormenting me as I came down from my high. I felt drunk and oddly weak. I carefully withdrew from her and dropped down onto the bed beside her. My arms shook as I pulled her against me, and she snuggled into my chest with a contented sigh, trusting me completely.

Allie was all mine.

CHAPTER 20

Allie

Iwas cuddled up in Max’s arms, our kisses turning languid. After a long while, he pulled back and allowed us both to catch our breath. His big hands roved over my body, studying every inch of me as though it belonged to him.

You’re mine.His growled words echoed through my head, drawing a shiver to the surface of my heated skin.

His possessiveness was shocking, almost too intense to bear.

But as I held him close, I felt equally possessive of him. Max was my first, the man to take my virginity. I’d burned beneath his masterful hands, and I hadn’t hesitated to give myself to him.

Even as I came down from the lustful madnessthat’d claimed us both, I didn’t feel so much as a shadow of regret. I hadn’t been saving my virginity out of principle; I’d never had the opportunity to date. And there was no one I would’ve rather shared this with than Max.

He looked at me like I was something precious and fragile, even when he handled me with rough, raw passion. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him.

I didn’t allow myself to contemplate all the complications that should separate us. Nothing could sour my blissful mood.

It seemed the same wasn’t true for him. His calloused fingertips brushed my wrist, and a scowl distorted his features. I followed the direction of his fiery gaze and noted the bruise where Gavin had grabbed me. The mottled purple ring was clearly visible even in the dim lighting that barely illuminated my bedroom.

“I’m okay,” I said softly, although my stomach turned at the memory of his cruel grip. “My skin just marks up easily.”

Max’s black eyes snapped to mine, his white teeth flashing on a possessive growl. “It’s not okay. I should’ve gotten to you sooner.”

I reached out and traced the sharp line of his tight jaw, my fingers tingling at the rough scrape ofhis stubble. His eyes closed for a moment, and his face relaxed. He leaned into the tender contact.

My heart squeezed. How long had he been denied this simple human touch?

A question about his accident was on the tip of my tongue, but one glance at the brief, serene expression on his face gave me pause. His hair was pushed back, his scar on full display. He seemed to have forgotten to hide it when our bodies were entwined. On some innate level, he was starting to believe he didn’t have to hide from me. He was starting to trust me.

I couldn’t bear to lose that.

“You did more than enough.” I reassured him instead of asking about his scar. “You should’ve seen Gavin today. He has two black eyes, and his arm is in a cast. He’s hurting for what he did to me.”

Max’s head canted to the side, and his dark gaze picked apart every nuance of my ferocious expression, noting the slightly cruel twist to my lips. “You seem happy that he’s in pain.”

I shrugged, but my shoulders tensed defensively, and I fiddled with my locket to alleviate the burst of anxiety. Vindictiveness was an ugly quality, but I couldn’t bring myself to suppress it. “Am I supposed to feel bad about it?” I challenged.

His features split in a breathtaking, wolfish grin. “No. I like it. He deserved far worse.”

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