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I had no choice but to obey her silent commands.

Again. And again. Over and over I plunged in and out of her.

I kept my thrusts slow and measured. I watched every change in her expression, memorizing everything. The way her lips parted, the way her brows furrowed, the way her pussy clenched my cock when I hit that perfect spot deep inside her. I memorized it all. Seared it into my mind like scripture.

I kissed her temple. Her forehead. Her lips. I whispered her name between broken breaths. Every time I slid back in, a little harder, a little deeper, I felt something feral and possessive unlock inside of me.

She was mine. Mine. MINE.

And I was hers.

It rose like a fire in my blood.

I fucked deeper into her body, picking up my pace, eager for her to come undone on my cock.

She was soft and silent, but her body answered me like I was king of her world. She clung to me. Her thighs squeezed around my waist. Her hips jutted up to rock against mine with each stroke.

I was doing good. I was so focused on her and how it felt that I’d completely forgotten my fear of ruining everything.

I growled low in my throat, my hips slamming forward harder, lost in the sounds of skin meeting skin.

“You like this, don’t you?” I asked, my voice rough and thick. “You want me to fuck you deeper? Harder?”

She whimpered, just a breathy little sound.

It drove me fucking insane.

She was doing that for me. For the guy who always lost. Who no one ever gave a shit about.

Me.

She spread her legs wider, allowing me full access so I could fuck her deeper.

“That’s it, cupcake. Just for me, baby.”

I pinned her wrists above her head and leaned over her as I thrust into her with a rhythm that bordered on brutal but never careless. Everything mattered in this moment. I watched her every second. Every breath. Every flutter of her lashes. I memorized it all.

She gasped, her eyes dazed and shining, her mouth open like she wanted to scream but couldn’t. That look made my control slip.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her neck, my voice shaking with restraint as I rutted into her. “All of you. Every fucking inch. Every sound you don’t make. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

I released her wrists, cradled her face again, and kissed her like I needed her to breathe. To live. I slowed my thrusts again, because I needed this to last.

“You feel so good, baby,” I whispered against her lips. “So fucking good. I want to stay inside you forever.”

Her back arched as I pushed forward. She trembled.

“That’s it,” I said, my voice soft as I continued my pace on her pussy. “Come for me. I want to feel it. I want to know I made you fall apart for me.”

She did exactly that.

Her pussy clenched around my cock, our heartbeats one, as her release rushed through her.

It pushed me over the edge, and I came with her, groaning loudly against her mouth. I came so fucking hard I forgot my own name.

“Fuck, fuck,” I cried out. “S-Sirena, baby.”

She dug her nails into my back as her pussy milked me, draining me of every drop.

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