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I groan. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She grins and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Then I guess I’m worth dying for.”
God help me, she is.
I pull her down into my arms, not caring that I’m still catching my breath, not caring that we’re both a mess. I hold her, feel her heartbeat against mine, and realize something I hadn’t planned on realizing tonight.
This isn’t just sex.
It’s not just benefits.
It’s her.
And I’m absolutely fucked.
She’s still straddling me, her body warm and slick against mine, her chest marked with everything I’ve been holding back for days. Her fingers trail through the chaos she created on me as if she’s memorizing it. As though she enjoys being covered in it.
And god, maybe I should say something. Something cocky. Something that lets her know she just flipped the fucking script on me, and I liked it.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
Because all I can do is look at her.
This woman—smiling like she knows she has just ruined me. Flushed and glowing, her chest heaving with every breath, her lips parted, kiss-swollen and still wet from me.
Mine.
I reach up, curl my hand around the back of her neck, and drag her mouth to mine.
The kiss isn’t sweet.
It’s not soft.
It’s everything.
Messy. Desperate. Her breath is still ragged against mine. My cum still between us. Her taste still on my tongue.
She gasps, and I swallow it. Suck on her bottom lip. Kiss her like it’s the last fucking thing I’ll ever do right. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she kisses me back just as hard.
There’s nothing gentle about it.
It’s raw. Intense. Real.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Thirty
Lucian
Never Forget Clause Nine: No Catching Feelings
Her lips are slick against mine—hot, clumsy, perfect. She kisses like she’s still in the middle of it like we didn’t just breakeach other open, and then try to pretend we’re fine. Her breath catches, and I feel it against my mouth.
I’m trying to breathe, trying not to fall.
Too late.
