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And, fuck, did she feel good.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pausing when I was settled to the hilt, trying to find some self-control.

I gave up on that, though.

There was no time for making this last, for turning it into an all-night thing. Not when I’d been needing her for days.

I grabbed her legs, pulling them up to rest on my shoulder as I started to fuck her.

Fast.

Unrelenting.

Her fingers dug into my thighs as she moaned, as she made little rocking motions with her hips as I fucked her.

Her pussy was a fucking vice grip as she got closer and closer, her moans filling the room.

“There you go,” I ground out, feeling her get close. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

Then, like she’d been waiting for permission the whole time, her pussy was spasming around me as she came.

Her hand left my thigh, grabbing hold of my hand as she cried out her release.

I felt it again then.

Whatever unfamiliar, overwhelming sensation I’d felt the last time we’d fucked in the kitchen. The same feeling that had me pulling away, turning her, trying to put some distance between us, not wanting to look her in her face as she came, because something inside me said that it was dangerous, that there was something to fear here.

My hand pulled from hers, and I was grabbing her again, rolling her onto her stomach, then lifting her hips up toward me, so I could surge inside of her again, but with the disconnect something inside of me said I needed.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” I groaned as she came down from one orgasm, and started climbing toward another.

I used her hips to slam her back into me as I thrust hard and deep, each move making the headboard knock loudly against the wall, a sound that was quickly drowned out by her moaning as she got close again, her pussy tightening, then clenching my cock again and again as she came, this time taking me with her.

And I swear to fuck, I saw white as I slammed deep into her.

But just as intense, was that fucking strange sensation in my chest again.

Apparently, just not looking her in the face wasn’t good enough.

That was the sobering thought that had me pulling away from her almost immediately.

I climbed off the bed to toss the condom in the bathroom before yanking my pants back up, then rushing right the fuck out of there, heading up to my own room to try to figure out what the fuck was going on with me.

Unfortunately, hours later, I had no new answers.

Just the understanding that being close to Halle was doing something to me, was giving her some sort of, I don’t know, power over me.

And that? That was fucking unacceptable.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Halle

I wanted to cry.

I wouldn’t let myself, because crying over that asshole was just never going to sit right with me.

But, God, I wanted to.

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