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Instead, I breathed his name, my nails biting into his shoulders as my walls fluttered around him, the sensation straddling the edge of pain and pleasure in a way that made my pulse stutter.

Devlin pressed deeper, his movements controlled and measured, his length stretching me with a perfect, achingfullness. My breath caught. My thighs trembled as I adjusted to his size, every inch of him closing in on igniting something deep inside me.

“Gods,” Devlin groaned, his forehead pressing against mine, his voice wrecked. “You feel so—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, his fingers flexing against my hips, his control unraveling one inch at a time.

And I wanted to see him break.

Devlin stilled when he met resistance, and his gaze snapped to mine, searching and apologetic.

I bit my lip, bracing for the pain I’d always imagined would come.

His fingers flexed at my hips, a silent warning, before his next thrust came, quick and controlled. A sharp, fleeting sting radiated through me before ebbing away as quickly as it had appeared.

Huh. That really wasn’t as bad as I’d built it up to be in my head.

Devlin let out a shaky breath, relief flickering across his features when he saw that he hadn’t hurt me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I murmured, “Keep going, Devlin. I’m not going to break.”

His restraint shattered.

With a groan, Devlin finally let himself go, his hips rolling into me with deep, fluid strokes that sent shockwaves through my core. My body reacted on instinct, my thighs tightening around his waist, drawing him deeper, every slow thrust making my breath come shorter and sharper.

My head spun. Deep inside me, something primal stirred.

Devlin’s groans, raw and needy, sent a crackle of pleasure up my spine, unraveling whatever was left of my control. Anotherrelease loomed, heat coiling deep in my belly, tightening with each desperate snap of his hips.

My mouth found his throat, my lips brushing over his fevered skin, trailing hungry kisses down the column of his neck. His pulse pounded beneath my lips, fast and erratic.

I grazed my teeth over his shoulder, fighting against the words begging to spill from my lips.

“Fuck, Jen,” Devlin rasped, his body shuddering as my teeth scraped harder against his skin.

His thrusts deepened, striking a spot inside me that made my entire body ignite. Pleasure blossomed through me, heat searing from my core outward as every nerve in my body tingled.

And then my teeth sank into the flesh just above his armpit.

A sharp growl tore from Devlin’s throat, his entire body tensing as my walls clamped around him, dragging him deeper, demanding every last inch of him as I shattered beneath him. With a roar, Devlin joined me, his cock throbbing as his release spilled, his cum flooding me in thick, pulsing waves.

Seconds, minutes—days could have passed before I finally floated back down, my limbs limp, my mind fogged with pleasure.

Devlin’s breath came hard and fast against my skin, his chest rising and falling in uneven pants, his body still pressed into mine.

Silently, with a look I was far too wrecked to decipher, Devlin slid his arms beneath me, effortlessly rolling me onto my side. His touch was slow and possessive, as he pulled me flush against him, my body molding to his like I belonged there. Heat flared against the curve of my ass. Even spent, his cock remained hard, pressing insistently against me.

His fingers traced lazy, absentminded patterns over my stomach, each pass sending tiny shivers along my skin. He pressed a lingering kiss to my shoulder, his lips barely morethan a whisper. Eventually, Devlin’s breathing slowed, matching mine, his grip never loosening, as if even in sleep, he refused to let me go.

And with the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my spine, I drifted into the deepest, most peaceful sleep I’d had in years.

Chapter 22. Devlin

The first rays of dawn slipped through the gap in the curtains, painting soft gold across the room as I replayed last night in my mind for what felt like the thousandth time.

Jen bit me.

And it had taken every ounce of my control not to sink my teeth into her in return, to claim her as she had claimed me.

Because we weren’t mates.

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