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And I could feel his unspoken promise that he’d make it slow, and deep, and earth-shatteringly good for both of us.

But only if—

“Last chance, love,” he murmured, eyes searching mine for any sign I wasn’t up for what he wanted to give me.

I wanted to cry and kiss him and laugh, all at the same time. But instead, I held his gaze and nodded, knowing he needed me to be the most honest, the most real, right now. “Eric, make me yours.”

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ERIC

Those words unleashed me. All the teasing and foreplay had led us here, yet now that we’d arrived, everything in our history made it feel inevitable. Like somehow all the disdain I’d felt for her, all the dislike she’d had for me, had mysteriously been building toward this moment.

I’d held back as long as I could, needing to know she wanted this as much as I did. She’d never wavered, never backed down, and she’d done everything I’d asked.

Fuck if I hadn’t been about to explode watching her slide her fingers against her bud and moan while she held my gaze. I’d stopped her before she could come—a cardinal sin, I was sure—but I’d rectify that as soon as possible.

Her hips rose, grinding herself into me, and I pushed in slowly, knowing it’d been quite a while for her and unwilling to do anything to hurt her. She panted out quick breaths, but kept her eyes on mine, urging me in further with her hands on my ass.

Finally, I was buried completely and stifled a groan. The hot, tight heat of her surrounding me sent words tumbling from my mouth. “Fuck, love, you’re perfect. You feel so good.”

“Eric,” she said, her lashes fluttering and her voice breathy. “You have to move. Please.”

The desperation in her tone sent pure lust through my veins, and I slid out and then back in, her wish my command. Soon, we’d established a rhythm that sent sparks to the base of my spine, but I held off, needing her to feel good first.

“You feel like you were made for me, April.”

Being inside her right after she told me to make hermineconfirmed what I’d been suspecting. I was hers, and she was mine.

It’d placed a stamp of ownership on my heart—it belonged to her. Not simply because she was sexy as fuck and smart-mouthed and beautiful, but also because she was generous and vulnerable and so strong it made my heart ache.

“Maybe you were made forme, Eric. Like a custom-made, magnum-sized dildo,” she said with a teasing smile, so fucking typicallyAprilthat it almostmade me lose my rhythm with the urge to laugh.

Then she grinned wider at herself, and I shook my head and pumped into her harder. “Yeah? I’m not sure that’s a bad thing, though I hope when you come on my cock it feels better than a dildo.”

I rolled my hips and took great pleasure in her eyes doing some rolling of their own, then reached between us to add pressure to her clit, stroking her with each thrust before dropping away.

“More of that,” she purred, nearly mindless with the sensations of our bodies driving together.

“More of what?” I asked, nipping her neck and using the hand that’d been stroking her to pinch her nipple.

She inhaled sharply, eyes glossy with lust. “Touch me again, please. Touch me while you fuck me, Eric.”

Holy shit.Hearing something dirty coming from April’s sweet lips wasn’t exactly novel considering her brand of humor, but combined with that low purr in her voice and the fact that I was thrusting into her, the words almost undid me right then.

Next time, I’d draw this out a little longer. As much as I wanted to tease her and make every moment last, I was only human. I’d wanted April for weeks, but in reality, it’d been more like years of dreaming of her coming undone beneath me.

Tonight was the culmination… and also just the beginning.

So, instead of coaxing her to tell me more, to say what she wanted and bring even more of a flush to her cheeks, I did as she asked, applying consistent rhythm and pressure until I knew I had it just right.

Her next breaths came quickly, and that pink visual hint of how close she was to the edge drifted from her chest to her neck before finally reaching her lovely face.

Her mouth dropped open and instead of words, she let out a little moan and widened her legs, letting me grind into her deeper than ever. I’d thought her moans would build, growing louder as I felt her walls pulsing around me. But instead, she gasped and froze for a moment before she let out the most satisfying sound I’d ever heard in my life.

I lowered my forehead to hers and shuddered as the end of her orgasm did earth-shattering things to my dick. She panted as she stared up at me, and my eyes were so focused on hers that a bomb could have gone off in the next room and I still wouldn’t have been able to look away.

“Good girl,” I murmured against her lips.

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