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My hands slide under her thighs.

I lift her, brace her against me, start to move.

Long, grinding strokes meant to make her feel every inch of me. To mark her from the inside out.

She claws at my back, whispers my name like a prayer, like a curse, like I’m the only thing that’s ever made her feel this way.

And I am.

She’s mine.

And I’m going to prove it.

Chapter 16

Carter

It’s so good.

Sheis so good.

Feels like heaven.

MJ’s clinging to me like I’m the only solid thing in her world.

And I move inside her like she’s the only thing that’s ever mattered in mine.

But I didn’t come here tonight to fuck her.

Definitely didn’t come here to claim her.

But that choice is long gone.

Evaporated the moment her scent hit my lungs and her lips opened under mine.

Now?

Now I’m buried deep in her, her velvet walls squeezing me like she never wants to let go.

And God help me, I don’t want her to.

MJ wraps around me like we were made for this—hips rocking in time with mine, breasts crushed to my chest, arms hooked around my neck like I’m her anchor in a storm.

She shouldn’t feel so perfect. Like she was made for me—but isn’t that what Uncle Uzzi was trying to say with his app? This womanwasmade for me. By the Fates themselves.

And I was made for her.

Her hot little body milks me with every stroke, drawing me in tighter, deeper, until I feel her everywhere—on my skin, under it, burning in my blood like wildfire.

“Carter,” she gasps, her voice wrecked and breathy. “More, please, need to come.”

Fuck. Me.

I grip her thighs, fingers digging in as I slam into her harder, deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes off the old walls. The settee creaks violently beneath us. I don’t care.

She moans like she lives for it.

Like she needs it.

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