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I cry out as he enters me. The feeling of him filling me like nothing else ever could is nothing short of spiritual.

"Fuck, baby. You're mine now. All mine."

My heart thrills at the possession in Jack's voice and the way he runs his hands over my body in wonder. "All mine," he whispers over and over again, making me feel like the most cherished woman in the world.

He begins to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, and I bite my lip. He leans down to kiss me, his tongue meeting mine.

"I love you," he says, his words sending a shiver of desire through me. "I will always love you."

I'm on the verge of an orgasm already, but hearing Jack tell me he loves me sends me hurtling over the edge. "I love you, too," I breathe.

And that's when it crashes over me. I cling to Jack as the waves crash over me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, and I can't help but wonder if sex is like this every time or if it's just special between Jack and me.

I tend to think it's the latter.

"Yes, that's it, you beautiful, perfect girl. Give me all of you, sweetheart." Jack murmurs sweet words in my ear as I fall apart on him, his own movements picking up speed as he rides me through my orgasm.

We continue to make love, and when Jack finally cries out, I let myself go again, my orgasm taking over me.

Jack roars, and I feel his seed flooding into me.

I feel claimed. I feel loved.

I amhis.

Jack rolls to his side, pulling me along with him. He's breathing heavily, and I can't help but stare at the man next to me.

I'm a lucky woman. I really am.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Jack

I gently layBecca down on the bed, her body still warm from our passionate lovemaking.

Her chest rises and falls with each breath, beads of sweat glistening on her skin. I sit on the edge of the bed, unable to tear my eyes away from her peaceful face.

How did I get so lucky? To have her here, in my arms, is a dream I never thought would come true. My heart swells with affection for this woman who has captured me so completely. I love her with a passion that borders on madness, a love that transcends all reason and logic. For Becca, I would do anything.

Becca stirs, her eyelashes fluttering. I hold my breath, waiting. She settles again, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

I reach out and brush a strand of hair away from her face. Her skin is so soft, velvet under my fingertips. I can't resist. I lean down and press my lips to her forehead, breathing in her scent.

She mumbles something unintelligible, her words heavy with sleep. I smile and kiss her again.

"Jack," she whispers, her eyes flickering open. I freeze as she gazes up at me, suddenly wide awake. Has she realized the truth—that she's made a mistake by giving herself to me?

"I love you," I blurt out in a panic. I don't know what I'd do if she regretted anything.

There's a beat of silence. Then a slow, sleepy smile spreads across Becca's face. She reaches for me, her fingers curling into my hair as she pulls me down into a searing kiss.

I breathe again, the tension leaving my body. She doesn’t regret anything, and now that I have her, I'll never let her go.

"I love you too," Becca murmurs against my lips.

Our kisses deepen, hungry and urgent. Becca's hands roam over my body, setting my skin aflame. I groan into her mouth, pressing myself against her. She's insatiable, and so am I. We can't get enough of each other.

"Jack," she gasps as I trail kisses down her neck. I nip at her pulse point, relishing the startled cry that escapes her. "Please..."

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