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My own control was hanging by a thread, the coil in my gut wound so tight I could barely breathe.
I was about to explode, my balls drawn up tight, every muscle in my body screaming for release. But I couldn't—wouldn't—let myself come before her.
I gritted my teeth, fighting the fire racing through my veins as I increased the pressure on her little clit, my thumb working with desperate precision.
Her cries filled the night air, raw and beautiful, and my cock throbbed inside her tight heat.
"Fuck," I groaned through clenched teeth, my hips rutting up involuntarily. "I can't—princess, I'm gonna?—"
She shattered with a cry that echoed across the empty beach, her body convulsing around me as she came apart beneath the moonlight.
The moment her walls clenched and fluttered around me, I let go completely.
My orgasm tore through me like lightning, my back arching as I roared her name into the salt air.
I came harder than I ever had, spilling myself deep inside the condom as her body milked every drop from me.
The sensation was so intense it bordered on painful, pleasure and relief crashing over me in devastating waves.
We collapsed together onto the damp sand, both gasping for air, her trembling body pressed against my chest.
I could feel her heart hammering against mine, could taste the salt on her skin as I pressed lazy kisses to her shoulder.
This was everything I wanted and more. My princess in my space, falling apart on me, trusting me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Estelle
The private jet loomed on the tarmac like something from a movie, all sleek lines and polished chrome, the boxing logo on the side in gold.
I stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, clutching my phone to my chest. The designer outfit Jax had insisted I wear this morning was comfortable and perfectly fitted. The cashmere sweater and tailored pants were soft in a way my thrift store clothes never were. I felt different, not like the poor girl from the slums.
“Princess,” Jax called from the top of the stairs, designer sunglasses perched on his styled blond hair and gold rings reflecting the morning light. “You coming or are you planning to admire the jet all day?”
Before I could answer, Adrian appeared beside him, a crop top displaying his heavily tattooed torso and a fancy cat carrier clutched in his inked arms. “Star!” he shouted, waving enthusiastically. “Get up here! Toffee’s getting impatient!”
I blinked, momentarily confused by the unfamiliar nickname. “Star?” That was new.
Sierra appeared at my elbow, her petite frame dwarfed by Connor, who loomed protectively behind her like a dark shadow. "Don't worry about the nickname," she whispered with a knowing smile. “They give everyone one. I've been 'Bee' for months now."
“Does it mean something?” I asked, taking a tentative step toward the stairs.
“With Adrian? Who knows?” she laughed, tugging me forward. “But they grow on you.”
Connor's hand settled briefly on Sierra's lower back before he moved ahead to carry both our bags, the casual possessiveness of the gesture striking me. They all moved together like a unit forged in something deeper than friendship.
"Wait," I called to Jax, stopping suddenly. "I need to call Leo."
Jax's expression immediately softened, that cocky smile melting into something tender. "Of course, princess. Take your time." He stayed put, though, watching me with that cocky swagger the entire time.
I dialed Jovie's number, my stomach twisting with familiar guilt. How many times had I left Leo in the past few weeks? We'd never been apart this much before, and the weight of it pressed against my chest.
“Elle!” Leo's voice burst through the phone, bright and excited. "Guess what? Avery and I built a fort in the living room, and Elsie made us pancakes shaped like dinosaurs again!”
"That sounds amazing, buddy,” I cheered, my throat tight. "I'm about to get on the plane. Are you sure you're okay with me being gone?"
“Yes, Elle,” Leo's voice was incredulous. "You're going to watch Mr. Lion fight. That's so cool, Avery said there's gonna be cameras and everything!"
