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She's already mine.

I pull back and push into her again. Slow and steady. Feeling every inch of her.

She looks up at me, her dark eyes hazy with pleasure, affection, trust.

Here, I understand her perfectly.

I grab a pillow, lift her hips, place it under her ass.

My fingers curl into her thighs.

She hooks her legs around my waist.

Then I drive into her with slow, steady strokes. Again and again. Until pleasure is gripping every one of my senses.

Until she's dizzy with bliss.

Until we're completely connected.

I keep her there, so close to release, so tightly wound, until her groan is equal parts agony and ecstasy. Until it's more agony than ecstasy.

Until it's all agony. All plea. Allplease, Shep, have mercy.

This time, I do.

I move exactly how she needs me. Hard thrusts as deep as I can go.

Just fast enough.

There.

She groans as I drive into her. A groan that's all anticipation. All bliss.

My eyes fall closed. My fingers dig into her thighs. Harder. Hard enough she yelps.

I scrape her skin as I thrust into her.

As an orgasm overtakes me.

Fuck.

My cock pulses so hard I see white. No sign of the room around. Of the beauty splayed before me. Of anything but pure, deep bliss.

Then she's coming, her cunt pulsing around me, pulling me closer and deeper.

Then she collapses, completely and totally spent.

I untangle our bodies. Help her out of her restraints. Lie next to her.

She snuggles into my chest, resting her head against my shoulder, draping her arm over my waist.

It feels good, having her so close. Better than it should.

For a moment, it feels like we really can be more than this.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Jasmine

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