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I may not hold his heart, but I can have his body. And right now, that’s enough.

Liar.

It has to be enough. Because despite all the uncertainties that lie ahead of me, he’s my anchor. The one thing that’s kept me grounded.

What am I going to do when I don’t have him anymore? Because everything... EVERYTHING... good always gets taken away.

I don’t realize I’ve closed my eyes until he demands, “Look at me, Kiley.”

Blinking, I hold his gaze, not sure what I see there. The one thing I recognize is the same desperation that burns through me.

“Make love to me,” I beg.

His nostrils flare, and then he’s sinking inside of me, working his heavy cock deep into my pussy. A cry of pleasure leaves my lips, and Blake groans, his eyes drifting closed briefly. But then he starts to move, and those gray eyes are trained on me as he slowly pulls out, then glides back in.

Eyes and body locked, we find our rhythm. I’d warned my heart not to lose myself in him, but it’s already too late. I’m not sure I ever had any choice. And now with all my secrets exposed, I know I’ve never been so vulnerable in my life.

He has the power I’ve never given to anyone.

A lot of people have hurt me in the past. The bruises on my face and throat are proof of that. But not even Ezra or Cruz could hurt me the way I know Blake can.

I love him.

Completely.

“Blake,” I whimper. “I...”

He presses his forehead to mine, each thrust driving my body closer to rapture. “I know.” His mouth is back on mine, this time more demanding. Rougher. Pure, male hunger.

Each hard thrust deepens the emotions swirling inside of me. Sizzling flames seem to spread across my flesh with each stroke of his cock. He buries himself deeper, filling me until the pleasure is almost agonizing.

I need to focus on the pleasure. I can’t think about the unsaid words between us.

I love you.

Love me.

Please.

“Please,” I cry out as my senses explode, and my breath catches in my chest. Tremors race through my body, an explosion of ecstasy that has me jerking, my pussy clenching.

Blake comes at the same time, and I feel the throb of his cock, the pulse of his cum releasing at the back of my womb.

Gazes locked, I swear I see the words he didn’t speak in his eyes. But then he blinks, and a curse rumbles from his lips. He pulls back, and when I feel the slick semen on my thighs, I understand the panic in his voice when he swears, “Shit, Kiley. I’m sorry.”

I swallow, slowly sitting up and pulling the blankets around me. “It’s okay.”

Except I know it’s not. I see the fear resurface in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he curses again, pulling at his hair.

“You don’t have to worry.” Suddenly, there’s a fortress around my heart, and words tumble from my mouth like weapons, “I’m not going to trap you into being with me by having your kid.” I stand and start toward the bathroom, but he gets to me before I can shut the door.

“That’s not... Kiley, stop.” He rubs his temple, eyes closing, then says, roughly, “I’m sorry.”

“About what?” I look up at him, but what I see in his expression only confirms what I know. “That you regret this thing between us? Or about you still not trusting me? Or... that you don’t love me the way I love you?”

His expression hardens. “I never said that.”

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