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His hips thrust shallowly into me again, and the sensory overload turns me mindless.

A deep keening sound leaves my throat at the incessant stab of desire, my sex clamping hard at his thrusts. “Please…” I beg.

He pushes deeper at once, piercing a barrier. The pain is quick and sharp, more a discomfort. Still, a tear rolls down my face and I’m amazed at his tortured expression.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, reaching up to lick away the tear and then slowly kiss me.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” I assure.

Then he starts to move again. It’s shallow at first, then gradually increases tempo. Our gazes meet as he breaks the kiss and thrusts more deeply.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

My desire is like a burning flame razing everything in its path. Goose bumps mark my skin with every movement of his hips. The light dust of his hair grazes over my sensitive skin, increasing the sizzling current that consumes me. I need to touch him. My hands slide over warm skin until I’m grabbing his back.

I’m so far gone, unconsciously arching my hips to meet his. The desperate need in me builds higher and I moan aloud. His thrusts build in speed and intensity, going deeper and deeper until I reach the crest. I moan long and hard, clamping my walls hard around him as I orgasm. My gaze remains on him as he grunts and closes his eyes in bliss, finally letting go. It’s a glorious sight.

He slumps to the side, pulling me with him until we’re lying side by side, staring at each other, our breaths and bodies shuddering with the force of release.

“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” he growls out softly, kissing the side of my head.

I smile shyly in response, burrowing deeper into his warmth.

Chapter Four

Grayson

I wake to find my hand resting over Sophia’s soft, creamy breast. Our positions changed during the night and now her back is melded to my front, my stiff cock in the crease of her curvy ass. I can’t believe I’m waking up next to an angel like her.

Last night felt like a dream. It’s as if I’m experiencing what it’s like to be with a woman for the first time. I should have known I was too far gone when I took her to my personal suite last night instead of the guest wing.

Memories of the night rush through my mind. I frown, remembering how beaten down she looked when she thought I didn’t want her.

Once she wakes, I’ll try to find out more about her past. There has to be something or someone that caused that deep insecurity, and I hope my actions can help her overcome it. I’ll spend every day showing her just how gorgeous she is and how much I want her. My cock hardens as images from last night fill my head. For a petite woman, she has curves that would drive any man crazy.

I flick the pad of my thumb casually over her tight nipple as I try to understand the feelings she evokes in me. I’ve had relationships with many women in the past, but they’ve always been emotionless, never filling that void. Growing up, I thoughtgetting out of my impoverished state would fill that emptiness, but it did nothing.

With Sophia, that empty feeling is nonexistent.

Before now, it’s been impossible for me to truly trust people, or to care deeply for them. I assumed it just wasn’t in my nature. Although a few people have proven their loyalty—Damien being one of them—none have possessed my heart the way my doe-eyed angel has done.

Ever since I brought her home, my whole worldview has been changing. She has made me realize that despite all the money I’ve made and the status I’ve attained, I’ve lived an empty life.

She has become a part of me, the other half that completes me. I feel it deep in my soul. Her imprint. Her presence. I can’t go back to my cold, lonely life. I’ll do everything to make her choose me, stay with me.

My brain ruminates on what I can do to keep her with me forever.

Forever?

I look at the woman nestled against my body—her long, dark hair fanning over her shoulders and my hand plucking at her hard nubs. I realize that I don’t mind the thought of keeping her with me forever.

I lean down and take her earlobe between my lips, sucking softly. My hand continues to brush over her breasts, kneading and rolling. I let go of the lobe after a slight nip and trail kisses down to her neck, kissing the sensitive arch. Tension springs in her body, indicating she’s awake.

“Morning, baby.” My voice is thick and gruff.

She moans softly in response, shifting sensually in my arms. I continue my assault on her neck and trail my hand down her stomach to the flesh between her legs. My cock seeps, bobbing against the curve of her ass, and I groan when my fingers find her pussy soaking wet and slippery.

“Fuck. So wet,” I murmur against her flesh.

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