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His eyes lifted, gaze hot and heavy as he slowly pulled his mouth from my core and went up on his knees.

“I want you,” I repeated, sitting up on my forearms.

He unbuttoned his pants, dragging them down his thighs.

My eyes widened when his cock sprang free, hard and proud and insanely thick.

“I want you,” I said again, watching as he ran his hand down the length, sliding closer.

“Tell me if I’m going too fast.” He lifted my hips as he lined the tip of his cock up with my entrance.

“No way,” I groaned, as he slid in just a little.

“Too much?” he growled.

I kicked his ass from behind, and he laughed, sliding in another few inches.

The way he stretched me was insane.

What we were doing was insane.

The fact that we were mates was insane.

But my life had never seemed to make a whole lot of sense, so I was going to embrace the hell out of its insanity.

He slid deeper in, filling me completely. I gasped for air at the intensity of it, and he pinned my hips down so I couldn’t move.

“Holy shit,” I managed to say, pleasure swelling within me again.

“Understatement,” he rumbled, finally letting up on my hips and moving his a little.

I gasped again as he thrust inside me—and again when I saw stars.

With the third thrust, I was gone.

I cried out as he slammed into me, and we lost control together. The pleasure was so intense—so beyond anything I’d ever felt before.

I collapsed on the ground, boneless and exhausted and more relaxed than I’d ever been in my life.

“I’m so glad we went too fast,” I sighed to him.

Granite chuckled, rolling me to the side and holding me tightly as we both struggled to catch our breaths. “So am I.”

Chapter 9

I leaned my head against him, enjoying the way his arms tightened around me, and whispered, “We should do that again sometime.”

He grinned against my hair. “How about now?”

I laughed. “Give me two minutes.”

“I think I can handle that.” He pulled me closer, kissing my forehead.

“What are we going to do, though?” I asked him quietly. “I still haven’t told Storm and Harper that I’m moving out. And I still have all this anger toward them, you know?”

“I know.” He squeezed me. “What does your gut say?”

I considered it. “To stay here and have copious amounts of sex until all my problems have vanished.”

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