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Her legs tightenaround my waist. “I want you,” she says, voice unsteady.
I easeher onto her back, my hands moving to the button of her jeans. She lifts her hips, letting me pull them down, along with the thin fabric of her underwear. Her pussy glistens in the low light, and I have to take a breath before I touch her.
When I do,it’s slow—fingers sliding along her folds, parting them. She’s warm and wet, and when my thumb finds her clit, she moans, arching toward me. “Rovax…”
I strokeher gently at first, watching her face, the way her lips part, her eyes flutter. Then I sink one finger inside her, curling it to find the spot that makes her gasp. Another joins it, and I fuck her slowly with my fingers, my thumb never leaving her clit.
“You feel incredible,”I tell her. “So tight… so wet for me.”
Her hips movewith mine now, chasing the rhythm. “Please,” she whispers. “I need you inside me.”
I stand only long enoughto strip—boots, pants, shirt—all falling away until my cock is free, hard, the dark skin of it flushed with heat. Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip.
“You can take it,”I tell her, climbing onto the bed between her thighs. I line myself up, the head of my cock brushing her entrance. She’s already trembling.
“Slow,”she breathes.
I push in,inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. The heat of her is almost unbearable. Her nails dig into my shoulders, but she doesn’t stop me. When I’m buried to the hilt, I hold still, letting her adjust.
“You’re… so big,”she gasps.
“Tellme if it’s too much,” I murmur.
“It’s perfect.”
I start to move,slow at first, the drag of my cock through her making both of us moan. Her pussy clenches around me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. My hands grip her hips, pulling her into me with each thrust.
“Gods, you feel… so good,”she whispers.
I lower my head,kissing her deeply as I fuck her, the rhythm building. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. The bed creaks under us, the sounds of our bodies joining filling the small room.
Her nails rakedown my back, and she cries out my name, her pussy tightening in sharp pulses as she comes. The sensation rips through me, and with a final thrust, I spill inside her, my head dropping to her shoulder as I groan her name.
For a long time,we just lie there, tangled together, her skin warm against mine. My runes fade back to a dull glow, and I press a kiss to her temple.
CHAPTER 14
SKYLAR
The morning light is too soft for how hard my heart is thudding.
It drapes over my bed in gold, pooling against the messy sheets, catching in the strands of hair that refuse to stay tied back. I’m not ready to get up, not ready to face the day, because every time I close my eyes, I’m back in the shadow of the sports complex with Rovax’s mouth on mine, the world gone still except for that dizzy, impossible heat between us.
It’s giddy. It’s terrifying. And it’s not going away.
By the time I drag myself out of bed, Syndee’s already up, perched cross-legged on her bed with her phone, tapping out texts with the rapid-fire rhythm of someone who lives for morning gossip. Her eyes flick up the moment I move, and the smirk that spreads across her face makes my stomach sink.
“Well, good morning, sunshine,” she says, like the words have teeth.
I mumble something about needing coffee, shuffling toward my dresser.
“You’re glowing.”
I freeze. “I’m what?”
“Glowing.” She makes a halo motion with her hands. “Like, radiant, post-rom-com, somebody-got-some glow.”
Heat rushes up my neck. “No. Absolutely not.”
