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I press into her. “Too late to run, sweetheart.”

“I’m not running anywhere.”

When I finally,finallypush inside her—fast, deep,raw—her cunt clasps around me like a fist.

Her head hits the door, and she moans my name like it’s the only one she remembers.

I fuck her like I’ve been starving for it. Like this is my lastnight on Earth and I want nothing more than to go out with my cock inside her.

But beyond the animal lust that’s driving my hips to meet hers, there’s more.

Every sharp breath, every bite of her nails in my shoulders, every hoarse whisper of my name against my ear—it all confirms what I already knew.

This isn’t a mistake.

It’s the truth I’ve been denying since the moment we met.

I want to drag it out, so I can savor every second of her falling apart in my arms.

But I can’t hold out. I’ve wanted her so bad for so long.

And when she comes—shuddering, clinging, panting against my neck—I lose whatever restraint I have left.

I spill into her with a groan, forehead pressed to hers.

We stay like that for a moment. Breathing hard. Shaking.

When I finally catch my breath, I carry her to the bedroom, her legs staying wrapped around me. Her hair falls loose, and her eyes don’t leave mine.

“I’m not done with you yet, Sloane. Not even close.”

“Thank God.”

I squeeze her ass when she kisses me, her tongue tangling with mine.

No, I’m not done in the slightest.

But this time, when I take her, it’s won’t be with the animal, caveman type lust that I had fucking her against the wall.

It’ll be about everything we haven’t said.

And everything we can’t stop feeling.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Sloane

His hands are everywhere.

Not frantic, not greedy.

Claiming. Certain.

He lays me down like I’m something he’s fought for—bled for—and now that he has me, he’s not wasting a second.

The dress slips under his palms as I shift back on the bed, satin catching on skin. He watches the motion like it’s sacred, like he’ll memorize every inch before he lets himself taste it.

“You’re unreal,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “Laid out for me like this…”

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