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He gripped the waistband of her pants, tugging them down her legs as she stepped out of them. Her panties followed suit, leaving her bare before him, and he couldn’t help but stare at her perfect form as he stripped out of his clothes.

She kicked her pants aside, reaching for him once more as they stumbled toward the bed. They collapsed onto the mattress, their bodies entwined and desperate for more.

He trailed kisses down her body, reaching her damp slit and dipping his tongue inside her. She gasped, arching her back as he licked and sucked at her clitoris, driving her wild with pleasure.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he devoured her, tasting her sweetness and feeling her tremble beneath him. It wasn’t long before she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her as pleasure washed over her.

He crawled back up, positioning himself above her as he looked into her eyes. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice strained with desire. “Are you, Gretchen?”

“Do you want me to beg, Kian?”

“Would you? Would you beg me for it, Gretchen? Because, baby, I would get on my hands and knees for you.”

“Please,” she whispered as she touched his cheek.

“Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled, as he removed a condom from the drawer and rolled it onto his hard cock.

Gretchen looked into his eyes. “Fuck me. Hard.”

Kian groaned at her words. “I will. Ready?”

She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wide as she welcomed him inside her. He thrust deep, filling her completely as they began to move together in a dance as old as time itself.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, slick with sweat and passion as they chased their release. He could feel her tighteningaround him, her walls gripping him like a vise as she cried out again and he slammed hard into her.

After he came, they both collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied.

As their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal, she looked at him and smiled. “I think you’ll find my bed much more comfortable than that floor.”

“I’d be fine anywhere as long as you’re with me,” he murmured and kissed her forehead.

The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow over their entwined bodies as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s embrace.

Chapter Eight

The next morning, Gretchen gazed out the kitchen window, observing the icicles hanging from the porch and dripping as the warmth of the sun melted them away. She dreaded the moment when Kian would have to leave. She knew she was being unfair; he had family obligations, but she couldn’t help wanting him to stay with her.

The thought of never seeing him again terrified her. She had fallen hard for him and she knew he would leave as soon as he could.

“Good morning,” Kian said as he walked into the room.

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, placing his face in the crook of her neck.

“Yes. Did you?”

Gretchen turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She nodded, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks.

He tilted his head. “Why are you blushing?”

“I’m not. It’s just from the stove.” She watched as he glanced over at the stove and then back at her.

“The stove isn’t even on.” He chuckled when she playfully pushed at him.

“Maybe I just turned it off.”

He placed his hand on it and shook his head. “It’s cold.”

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