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I pant, my fingers digging into the couch.

He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out?—

Then slams back in.

I scream.

Jackson curses, his hands sliding up my back, gripping my shoulders, holding me in place as he fucks me harder, faster, taking what’s his.

“You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like this. Like you’re mine.”

I nod frantically, unable to form words, completely at his mercy.

“Say it, Ivy. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Jackson!”

His groan is pure possession.

His thrusts turn brutal, desperate, wrecking me completely.

I feel another orgasm building, hotter, tighter, dangerous.

Jackson feels it too.

His hand slips around to my front, fingers finding my swollen, aching clit.

He circles it slowly, teasing me, torturing me, pushing me to the brink.

“One more, baby. Give me one more.”

I cry out, my body shaking, breaking, coming completely undone.

Jackson snarls, his pace slamming, his grip tightening.

Then, with a hoarse groan, he thrusts deep one last time, spilling inside me, his body shaking against mine, claiming me in every way possible.

We collapse together, a tangled, sweaty, breathless mess.

Jackson wraps an arm around me, pulling me close, his lips brushing my temple.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby.”

I smile lazily, still high from the best sex of my life.

Jackson chuckles, kissing my shoulder.

“You okay?”

I nod, my heart still racing.

“More than okay.”

He grins, rolling onto his side, pulling me flush against his chest.

“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

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