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“Your cock.”

He smirked. “Such a filthy mouth for such a pretty girl.”

Cayden settled between her legs again, this time nothing to separate them. He kissed her on the mouth. It wasn’t just the desperate need blazing inside him, but pure, unadulterated love. He wanted to consume her, own her, never let her go.

He didn’t deserve her.

But he’d take her anyway.

He’d wrestled with his conscience and concluded that no man was good enough for her. All Cayden knew was he’d spend the rest of life trying to be what she needed.

Her kisses made him ache. They squirmed amongst the blankets, kissing, necking, devouring. He didn’t hold back this time. Things felt different now.

“Cayden, please. You’re killing me.”

He poised himself, reaching for his cock. As he ran the firm head up and down her wet slit, she writhed, mewling with need. The sound turned him on. Everything about Sophia drove him nuts.

“Tell me to stop if I hurt you.” He pressed in an inch, then another. She gasped, her body stiffening. “You okay?”

“I never said to stop.”

He continued to fill her with his dick, the tightness of her pussy making it nearly impossible to behave. Skin to skin. Sophia naked in his arms. It was fucking heaven.

He began to piston his hips, pumping in and out, building up a faster rhythm. Cayden could go on all night long. It seemed like forever since he’d messed with a woman.

Sophia wasn’t a whore. She was a fucking angel.

The bed began to shake, the cheap frame clapping the wall each time he filled her with cock. She held onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her sounds grew louder, echoing in the quiet apartment. She was tight and sweet and perfect.

“You like it, baby?”

She nodded, too breathless to speak.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” she chanted. “Faster.”

He delivered, no holding back. Hawk had already deflowered the Morenov princess, so he didn’t have to go slow and gentle. He could savor her, enjoy her tight little cunt squeezing the shit out of his dick. She was slick and receptive, her body arching up for more.

His thoughts briefly flitted to the future—when he’d be sharing Sophia with Hawk. He was surprised the idea didn’t repulse him like it should.

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Sophia felt complete. Cayden’s big dick was deep inside her, claiming her, joining them together. They were bonded now, body and soul. She’d never thought this day would come after he dropped her off at the hotel. She’d never felt so alone and desperate that day.

Cayden had unwavering control, and she never expected he’d break and give her what she wanted. Give them a chance.

“You’re mine now,” she said.

“You do always get what you want, don’t you?” He kissed her temple, then shelled the rim of her ear with his tongue.

“Today. Yes.” She squeezed her pelvic muscles, making him groan. The deep, masculine sound made her wetter. “Promise me something, Cayden.”

“What is it?”

“Promise you’ll never leave me again. You won’t get pissed off and disappear.”

She wanted him to stop running, stop being the victim for the rest of his life. He was a grown man, strong, and had so much life ahead of him. There was more to him than his fucked-up past.

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