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“You took my spankings so damn beautifully.”

I step back, pulling out, and slump onto the bed. As I catch my breath, I stare at the ceiling. After a release like that, I should be spent, but my cock is at full fucking attention, trembling against my stomach.

Beside me, Bella surveys me, her eyes hooded. Her hair is in her face, sticking to her forehead. Drawn to her in the way I always am, I move closer. I want nothing more than to trace her lips with my fingertips. But before I can, she scrambles off the bed, tucking her wild locks behind her ears.

“What is it?” I jackknife up to sitting, my heart pounding for a different reason now. “Tell me, baby.”

“I want you.” She tosses a leg over my hips, grips my rock-hard dick, and lowers herself onto it.

I sink deep, groaning in elation, and as she rocks her hips, my eyes roll back in my head.

She works me over like that, never taking her eyes off my face. I don’t want to look away either. Every reaction is mine. Every moan. Every squeal, every groan. Everything.

She is mine.

“It feels so good, Bella. Keep doing that…”

“Like this?” She rotates, moving her hips in little circles.

As much as I don’t want to miss a moment, I can’t keep my eyes from falling closed. Breath ragged, all I can do is feel. I’m so deep inside her.

“Yeah, baby.” I palm her breasts, twisting and pinching her pebbled nipples. “Keep going. I love how you fuck me.”

“I love riding you.” She quickens her pace, her tits bouncing.

Did she love riding him?

The thought hits out of nowhere, unwelcome and unwanted. I frown. Why the hell am I thinking that? He doesn’t matter. He shouldn’t matter.

I paw her tits, squeezing, kneading.

She grimaces a little, but I notice it.

With a shaky inhale, I release her. “Did you…” I trail off, not sure what I’m asking. I just want her to reassure me.

She cups my cheeks between her palms, riding me without stopping. “I’m with you. It’s always only you…I love you…”

Time and again, I’ve lost myself in her. It’s my favorite thing to do. Yet each time, it hits deeper. Each time, she crawls farther under my skin, seeping into my blood. Even my breaths belong to her.

“Ride me, Bella… More, baby…” I beg her, and she indulges me.

CHAPTER 16

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS

BELLA

A year and one month ago

July

With a grimace,I lower myself onto the couch. It’s been two days since that fateful dinner, two days since Xander and I painted our bedroom red. Even now, I wear his marks. They’re barely visible anymore, but I feel them with every fiber of my being, and I love it.

After we both came again, we sat on the bed in the darkness of our room, facing each other. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I massaged his scalp the way he likes it. He sat with his eyes closed, a calm expression on his face, his hands caressing my skin in gentle, careful strokes. Our bodies were still slick with sweat, our hair damp, but we were too lost in one another to care.

All sense of time has escaped me. I don’t know how long we’ve been fucking. It doesn’t matter, not now, when I’m losing myself to the tenderness of his touch.

“I love you,” I say for what has to be the millionth time today. “I hope you can forgive me for not?—”

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