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Zeke growls at my noises and spreads his body over mine so we’re pressed against each other. He lays me down and uses his hands to pin mine above my head, trapping me in place as he pumps in and out of me. His legs are on either side of mine, so I’m even tighter around him with my legs pressed together. I don’t know how I can handle this, and there’s no way I could take any more. It’s like he’s perfectly made to fill and stretch me to my limit.

I moan and whimper as he brings me to two, then three more leg-shaking orgasms. I scream into the pillow as he takes me, using my body for himself and giving me unprecedented pleasure.

Once again, as I think he’s close, he pulls out. This time, he lifts me and places himself face-up on the bed before pulling me on top.

He doesn’t have to say a thing. I swing a leg over him and line him up with my entrance before sliding down on him, yet again feeling more filled than before and unsure how I could ever feel satisfied by anyone else again. Not that I plan to try. When I chose Zeke, Ichosehim, which means I want him and only him.

He grips me by the hips and holds me just above him so I’m basically balanced on his tip. “You ready for me to fuck you hard, good girl?”

I answer with a whine of need, unsure how he could fuck me harder than he already has. But I want to find out.

He chuckles. “I thought so, baby.”

He bucks his hips, thrusting up into me hard and fast, slamming himself against my clit and sending me into the throes of fireworks and contractions around him. Back to screaming his name for anyone to hear.

He suddenly sits up, holding me to him and pulling me firmly into his lap. His arm laces around my waist and holds me tight, chest to chest, and he gently slides me back and forth so I grind on his cock, causing tiny movements inside of me that are as effective as hard, deep thrusts.

I grab him around the neck and take over the movements, my need for him so great that I can barely stand it. I need more of him, all of him. I need him to come inside of me and fill me like no one ever has before.

Thankfully, he seems close. Like he’s gotten his fill, though the desire in his eyes seems unquenched. Maybe he hasn’t had enough. Maybe he just can’t hold back anymore.

He kisses me deeply, his free hand going to my hair to hold my lips to his. I press myself closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.

“You going to come with me, baby?” he asks, his lips still on mine.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Good girl,” he says again, and I feel the pressure building inside of me at the very sound of his voice. I love hearing him say that to me. It makes me want to be his good girl—his, and only his.

His breath becomes short and ragged and I know he’s getting closer. He’s nearly there, and I’m only moments from joining him.

“I’m ready,” I say, speeding up my grinding.

“Yeah?” he asks, and I nod with a soft whimper. “Good. Come for me. Come for me now, Kira.”

At the sound of my name on his tongue, I explode in the deepest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I feel him empty himself inside of me as he clutches me to him, and I press my lips to his to keep from screaming again.

“Yes,” I moan against his mouth. “God, yes, Zeke…” The climax goes on for longer than I expect, and I ride its high for several minutes before my body relaxes.

When it does, Zeke also seems to fall into the afterglow. He takes hold of my body, laying it alongside his. He kisses me, and I truly feel how much he cares about me in that single kiss.

“That was…” I start to say, but there are no words, so I sigh and smile at him.

“Yeah.” He pulls me close, our sweat-dampened bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. “It really was.”

I curl into him, the feeling of his skin on mine as sensual outside of sex as it was during. He feels likemine. Like he was made for me. Like I was made for him. He feels safe and strong.

He feels like home.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

Zeke

Iwasn’t sure what to expect when I came back to my room after the interaction with Julia. I figured Kira might try to comfort or calm me in some way, but I hadn’t counted on her to sink to her knees in front of me. Not that I can complain. I’ve wanted her for so long, and finally getting to have her confirms what I already know—that I’m deeply and madly in love with her.

“You okay?” I ask her after my breathing returns to normal.

“I’m amazing.” She smiles in a way that makes my heart pound almost as hard as it had when I was inside of her.

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