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But I need more.
“Say it.”
Her voice is a whisper, raw and wrecked. “I’m yours.”
I lower my head, not to her mouth, but to her collarbone, pressing a kiss there like I’m sealing the words into her skin.
And then I move.
Not to take.
To ask.
To make her beg, not out of desperation, but out of trust.
Because this time, it’s not about proving anything.
It’s about letting her choose me.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Seventeen
Blair
Iwake to silence.
No alarm. No voices. Just the soft hum of morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains and the distant drip of water from the bathroom sink.
I shift beneath the sheets, and that’s when I feel it, bare skin against bare sheets. No jersey. No barrier. Just me, naked in Kane’s bed.
My breath catches.
Then I see him.
He’s sitting in the chair across the room, shirtless, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on me like he’s been watching for hours. Not soft. Not gentle.
Possessive.
Like he’s memorizing the way I breathe. Like he’s claiming me with his gaze alone.
A flush rises in my chest. I clutch the sheet tighter around me, suddenly aware of every inch of skin, every curve, every mark I didn’t mean to show.
I shuffle the sheets around my breasts, and that’s when I feel the ache between my legs. Last night was…intense.
The rain splatters against the windows, but it’s not what I hear. My mind is eerily quiet. Getting into an unmade bed with a man I barely know anymore should be sending alarms sounding in all directions, but the chaos is quiet around him. How is that possible?
When his skin touches mine, the counting disappears into the background. I don’t fear the uncertainty like I normally do. It’s such an anomaly that I surrender to him. He quiets the storm, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
“Look at me,” he commands. My eyes flutter open. I didn’t realize I’d drifted away from this moment.
Kane gently pushes away the wet hair sticking to my face, then presses his lips to my forehead, trailing kisses along my cheek. Electricity sparks with every touch to my fevered skin.
He slowly sinks into me, pushing and pushing until he’s completely inside. I cry out from the pain, but it’s already quickly fading away.
