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The muscles in my arms and shoulders are beginning to sting with pain, but I won’t dare tell him or true to his word, he will stop.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he growls, and before I can say ‘ok’, he wraps my hair around his fist and impales me to the hilt.

“Oh fuuuck!” I cry, the intrusion a surprise but not unwelcome.

“Goddammit, Peaches. Your pussy is fucking heaven.” His thrusts come hard and slow.

He pulls out until just his head rests inside of me and then, with the force of freaking freight train, he slams back in, catapulting me forward only to be dragged back. Push and pull, hard and slow, his body punishes mine. Every time we connect, my clit pulses, that beautiful orgasm sitting just out of reach. I can see it. I can hear it.

I want it.

Like the mind reader he’s become, he reaches a hand under my stomach until he finds my aching clit and begins rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Slow, then faster and faster, until he hits the perfect note that makes me sing like I’m goddamn Billie Holiday.

“Phoenix. OH..MY..GOD! Keep, yes. Don’t–” my words cut off as does the air I’m breathing in when my body takes flight.

No other man has ever made me feel like I’ve reached the highest peak. I feel the best elation, see the most beautiful sights, and it literally takes my breath away. For a few moments, my soul leaves my body and soars in another atmosphere. It can see my physical body, but my consciousness is on a whole other plane.

I begin to awaken from my blissful state as the sounds and frantic movements of Phoenix working towards his climax fill the space like a soundtrack.

“Peaches. Fuck fuck fuck!” He jerks in time with his wails and right before he explodes, he wraps a hand around my throat and anchors me to him.

He roars his release into the otherwise silent room like a beast crying out his victory. He’s my beast. The hero and the villain in my fucked up fairytale.

He finally frees my neck from his firm grip and falls to the bed, heaving and dripping with sweat.

I try to adjust myself to a more comfortable position, but the way he’s hog tied me makes it impossible.

“Oh shit, baby. I’m sorry,” he says, and quickly unties me.

My arms and legs flop like lifeless noodles that were cooked too long and are now utter mush. I can only imagine what I must look like with my face pressed into the bed, my body flushed from being used, and shoes hanging on by my toes. At least I think they’re still on. The blood begins to circulate and I wait for the feeling to return.

Phoenix immediately straddles me, his still very impressive dick laying heavily on my ass, and starts to rub my aching body. Shoulders, arms, hands, fingers. Then he moves down my body and pays the same attention to my legs, ankles and feet. When he’s finished, he lays on his side once again and tucks me into him. I bury my head into his chest and curl my legs up, my knees touching my stomach.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

“Mhm,” I mumble, barely able to get that small sound out.

“Hey, Peaches. Remember when I said I was falling?”

I blink my eyes open and look up at him. “Yeah.” The words are raspy and my throat burns from drought.

He works his fingers through my ponytail and carefully removes the rubberband. “Well, I fell and I hit the ground hard. What I want to know is…are you there, too?”

The vulnerability in his eyes has me confessing my truths. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

His arms band around me tighter and I wrap mine around his hard body.

“I love you, Vivian. I’ve never said that to another woman, and I don’t plan to say it to anyone but you.”

I rub my head against his chest like a cat seeking affection. “I love you too, Phoenix. You have me. I’m bound to you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

PHOENIX

I pitched another amazing game the night I told Vivian I loved her. It was a euphoric, almost freeing, feeling. I’d never told a woman I loved her other than my mom, sister and niece, and it was most definitely not the same way I tell Vivian. I never felt even an inkling of love for anyone. But when I felt something that was akin to a gut punch, I knew it was the realization that I was in love with Vivian.

I wasn’t scared when it hit me. I wasn’t even worried that she wouldn’t feel the same way because I think we were both experiencing these new emotions at the same time. I recognized the same confusion and epiphany on her face.

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