Page 63 of Menace in Vegas

He groans and slides deeper, filling me in ways I didn’t know were possible.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he mutters.

I moan, clinging to him. “Feels so good.”

He begins to move. Slow, steady thrusts that build the heat between us to unbearable levels.

"You were made for me, Allie," he growls.

That’s all it takes.

I explode, screaming his name as pleasure rips through me, wave after wave.

He thrusts through it, gritting his teeth, riding the edge.

"I want your come," I whisper, desperate and wrecked.

He slams into me harder.

“You make me fucking insane," he growls, his rhythm breaking apart.

"Connor," I cry out, clenching around him again.

He groans deep in his chest before cursing, shoving deep and stilling as he comes hard inside me, his whole body shuddering.

He collapses on top of me, both of us gasping for air, trembling with aftershocks.

His arms lock around me like he’ll never let go.

He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"You’re mine," he whispers hoarsely. "You’ve been mine from the start. And you’re never getting away."

My heart pounds.

And for the first time, I don't want to.

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ALLISON

My eyes fly open.

Connor’s arm is draped around my waist, his chest pressed to my back.

And suddenly,everythingcomes rushing back.

My heart slams against my ribs.

No.

No, no, no.

Please tell me I dreamt it. Tell me I didn’t actually?—

His fingers tighten on me and he snuggles closer.

But as I stare up at the stained ceiling of a seedy-ass motel room, lungs tight and throat dry, reality crashes down hard and fast.

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