Page 107 of Beautiful Defiance

Her legs wrap around my waist.

Make their way to my shoulders.

Holding on to her hips, I rock into her.

Her nails rake my back. Her heels dig into my shoulders.

“Harder.”

“Fuck, Leigh.” I grit my teeth. She is tight, wet.

“Harder, Seven.”

Her inner muscles clench my rod. She opens her legs wide. Black hair fanned out around her. Smooth tan skin. Bright amber eyes. Fuck, she’s beautiful, and Leigh is mine. Fucking mine.

Grunting, groaning, I pound into her. We come in an explosion of heavy breathing and skin slapping on skin, her inner muscles milking me until I am spent and slumping on her body, too sated to give a fuck that I could be crushing her.

She drags her nose over mine. Presses her mouth on mine. She is fire and defiance, and she is mine. All mine.

“I’m yours too. All yours, Seven.”

I said the words out loud, and I’ll be damned if I ever take them back.

I am Beautiful Defiance’s guy. No doubt about that. Ever.

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