Page 89 of Mystic's Sunrise

I stepped closer. “I am now.”

Her gaze flicked over my face, her hand brushing the edge of my cut like she didn’t quite believe it.

“You were gone a long time,” she whispered.

I nodded once, stepping into her space. “Won’t happen again.”

I cupped her jaw with one hand, the other already gripping her hip, dragging her into me. “Say it again,” I muttered.

She blinked. “Say what?”

“That you’re not leavin’.”

Her eyes held mine, steady and brave. “I’m not.”

I kissed her hard, teeth scraping her bottom lip, tongue demanding, and she moaned into it, her body melting against me like she’d been waiting for this all damn day.

My hands slid down, gripped the backs of her thighs, lifting her clean off the ground. She wrapped around me without hesitation, heat pulsing between us through the thin fabric of her dress.

I pressed her back against the stone wall, kissing her like I needed her breath to live.

She gasped when I nipped her throat, her fingers twisting in my hair. “Mystic…”

“You feel that?” I growled, grinding against her. “That’s what you do to me. You got no idea how fuckin’ crazy you make me.”

“I like it,” she whispered, breathless, hips rolling into mine. “I want to see how crazy.”

That was it. That was the end of my patience.

I pushed her dress up roughly, yanking the lace panties down her thighs. She was already wet—already ready.

“Fuck, baby,” I growled, dragging my fingers through her slick heat. “You were waiting for this, weren’t you?”

She nodded, head falling back, exposing her throat like a prayer.

I undid my belt fast, yanked my jeans just low enough, and guided myself to her.

One hard thrust and I was inside her—deep and rough and fucking perfect.

She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I swore under my breath, trying not to lose it too fast.

This wasn’t soft.

This was raw. Gritty. The kind of fucking that left marks and made you forget your name.

She met every thrust like she needed it just as bad, like she wanted to be wrecked.

And God, I gave it to her.

I pinned her hips, pulled out slow just to slam back in hard, over and over, until her cries turned to pleas and my name was the only thing on her lips.

“We belong together,” I gritted, forehead pressed to hers. “Say it.”

“We belong together,” she gasped. “Mystic, I’m yours.”

I kissed her hard, silencing the sounds she made as I fucked her through her orgasm, not stopping until I felt her clench and cry and shatter around me.

Only then did I let go.

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