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Gripping her hips tight, I flip us in one motion, pinning her beneath me.

She gasps, a breathless laugh slipping past her lips. “Guess I pushed too far, huh?”

I press my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “You fucking love pushing me.”

Her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my back. “I love what happens when you finally break.”

Jesus Christ.

I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head, dragging my mouth down her neck, biting, licking, sucking.

“You had your turn, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “Now it’s mine.”

She moans as I trail kisses lower, marking every inch of her.

Then I slide my hand between us, teasing her, making her beg for what she started.

Because if she wants to play, she better be ready to lose.

Bella squirms beneath me, breath hitching as my fingers slide lower, teasing, testing.

She’s already drenched, body arching into mine like she’s desperate, but I’m not giving her what she wants—not yet.

“You had your fun,” I murmur against her throat, kissing, biting, claiming. “Now it’s my turn.”

She gasps when I press my fingers against her, rubbing slowly, barely giving her enough friction. She tries to grind against my hand, but I tighten my grip on her wrists, keeping her pinned.

“Jax—”

“Nah, baby. You made me wait all fucking night. Now it’s your turn.”

She whimpers, her eyes wild with need, her body writhing against me.

Fuck, she’s beautiful like this.

I rip her panties off of her, leaving red marks on her hips, then slide my fingers inside her, curling just right, watching as she falls apart beneath me. Her lips part, a desperate moan slipping out, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

“You’re mine, Bella,” I growl, kissing her hard, swallowing every sound she makes. “Say it.”

Her breath stutters, her body trembling as I push her closer to the edge.

“I’m yours,” she gasps, arching up against me, fingers curling into the sheets.

“Damn right you are,” I growl. I pull my fingers from her, jump up and lose my jeans and shirt as quickly as possible. As fast as I was gone, I’m back, gripping her thighs, spreading her wide beneath me.

I don’t wait.

I don’t hesitate.

I slide inside her in one slow, deep thrust, groaning as her body clenches around me.

“Fuck, baby—”

She cries out, her nails digging into my back, legs locking tight around me.

I start moving, slow at first, making her feel every inch, every stroke.

She’s breathless, gripping me, her head thrown back, her body tightening, chasing the high she’s so close to reaching.

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