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Slowly, I insert one finger, and she pushes back against me. It feels so damn good claiming her like this. I take her clit between my teeth and suck while increasing the rhythm and pressure of my fingers inside her. Her hips buck and writhe.

This is all for me. Not Chris.

Her cries grow louder, her eyelids fluttering shut, and I savor the taste of her as I work her into a frenzy, feeling her walls clenching around my fingers. She’s so close. So close to comingundone.

When I curl my fingers, hitting a deeper spot, she shatters, her body tensing beneath me. I stare down at her flushed and panting form, her eyes still closed in a blissful release.

My fingers are slick with her wetness, and my cock strains painfully against my jeans. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to rip them off and bury myself inside her. To feel those tight, silken walls contracting around me as I fuck her into oblivion.

But I can’t. She thinks I’m him.

I withdraw my fingers, eliciting a small whimper from her lips. Her eyes open, meeting mine with something like wonder.

I place tender kisses on her sensitive pussy, trailing up her stomach and across her breasts, each one like a bittersweet farewell.

Upon reaching her neck, I come to a halt. I can’t.

With a heavy heart, I take in her rosy cheeks and the haze in her eyes. Cruel irony. Isn’t it? Even as I yearn for her more than anything else, I must walk away.

“Chris?”

My jaw tightens. Why? Would you still love him if you knew who he truly is?

“It’s Connor, baby.”

“Connor.” She cries out as I bite down on her neck.

I think that’s the first time she ever said my name. Fuck, do I want to fill her up with my cock now.

She’s not ready for that yet. I can’t scare her away now, not when I finally have her right where I want. Instead, I soothe the mark with my tongue.

“You’re—” She yawns. “I like this dream.”

As she drifts off to sleep, I brush the softest of kisses against her neck.

“Sweet dreams, Blue.” I get off the bed and tuck her into the covers.

She’s adorable like this, curled on her side with one hand tucked under her cheek. Beautiful. Innocent.

And mine.

I’ll keep her safe, give her anything she needs, and take care of her in every way possible.

She’ll learn to need me the way I need her. Just a matter of patience.

I turn and slip out the door.

By the time I make it home, I’m hard and aching. I strip off my clothes and collapse onto the bed, stroking my cock roughly as I recollect the sounds she made, how she tasted, and the way she clenched around my fingers.

It doesn’t take long before I groan her name, spilling over my fist. But the release brings no relief. I’m left empty and wanting, filled with a bone-deep craving only one person can satisfy.

Her. Always her.

I’m tired of fighting it. She is mine, she always has been, and I won’t give her up.

Not when I had a taste of paradise. Twice.

Chapter 8

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