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I gave it to him.Like I’d waited my whole damn life for this.Our bodies crashed together, sweat slick and burning, and every time I hit that sweet spot inside him, he cried out like I was saving his soul.
“You’re mine,” I growled.“You get that?”
“Yes,” he gasped.
“I’m not lettin’ you run, Ethan.You wanna keep pretending you’re holy, fine.But you belong to me now.”
He clenched around me, his entire body tensing, and then he was coming, hot and hard between us, spurting all over his chest with a cry of my name.
That was it.
I let go.
Buried myself deep one last time and came harder than I ever had in my life, spilling into him, shaking with it.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned, and my eyes snapped shut while my body shook.And when it was over, when we were both breathless, ruined, and still tangled in each other, I stared down at him, my heart pounding.
Ethan met my stare.
And that’s when I realized…
I wasn’t just falling for Ethan.
I’d already fallen.
So why did he still look like he was about to cry?
ChapterSeven
Ethan
Iwoke up wrapped in Jake’s arms, his breath warm against the back of my neck, his chest pressed to my spine, and his thigh draped possessively over mine, like a man claiming territory.
And maybe that’s exactly what he was doing.
My heart pounded slow and deep, like it had finally found a rhythm that made sense—one that belonged to Jake.But even in that warm cocoon of skin and breath and safety, the guilt came roaring back like it always did the second I opened my eyes.
I’d never felt this happy.Or this damn miserable.
It’d been two weeks since I’d fallen.No, I’d leapt into temptation.Two weeks of stolen nights, of coming to Jake like an addict every single evening, pretending to the world that I was sleeping in that ugly, lonely trailer next to the church.Every morning, I dragged myself out of Jake’s bed, threw on yesterday’s clothes, and drove back, praying that nobody saw me.That nobody asked questions, or noticed how little I slept.That my God-fearing congregation wouldn’t catch a whiff of sex and sweat on me and see the truth etched across my guilty skin.
But God help me, I couldn’t stop.
Jake ruined me.
He touched me like I was something worth worshipping.He looked at me like he already knew every broken piece of me and wanted them, anyway.And he held me like a man who didn’t just want my body, but my whole damn soul.
I wasn’t stupid.I knew what this was.
I was in love.
And I’d never been in love before.Not with a man.Not with anyone.
We’d never said the words out loud, but I felt them every time Jake kissed me slow.Every time he whispered my name against my skin.Every time he showed up with dinner like it was normal, like we were boyfriends.
He was so possessive, and I loved it.
I loved the way he wrapped a hand around my waist when we watched TV.The way he pulled me back into bed every time I tried to leave in the middle of the night, like letting me go physically, would somehow let me slip away emotionally, too.
