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He slides one hand around the back of my thigh, and the floor pushes away from me as he lifts me up and lays me down on pillows.

His erection breaks free from my hand while he hovers over me, spreading my legs open.

Grabbing the root of his hard cock, he presses the chiseled head against my center and enters me slowly and firmly until I feel him deep inside me.

“Didn’t I tell you…? It took a fucking while, but you’re mine now,” he says, his hips moving teasingly slow. “Now you’ll come while I kiss you.”

He smiles while I look at him, pinned down by his force and the dark edge in his eyes.

It all feels like a dream.

Him on top of me, the swirl of irresistible pleasure in my body. The thought that I’m here, my fears forgotten.

Although one still lurks in the back of my mind.

What if I won’t be able to pull away from him?

He lowers his mouth to mine, and we kiss as slowly as we fuck, his free hand trailing down my body, his fingers threading through my hair, his thumb pressed into my neck.

He moves in and out of me, offering me a promise. A reality. A tie created by the mere submitting of my body to his will.

He moves deeper while I'm trapped, and the more he does it, the more I think about the end.

Maybe this is everything we’ll get.

A fire grows in my belly while he brings me to an upward slope.

His fingers move over my clit, giving me a delicious nudge, and our kiss becomes dirtier, moans echoing in my chest.

My arms lock around him, my nails marking his back.

It takes a whole other level of artistry to do what he is doing.

Slowly increasing the cadence of his thrusts, he turns the pleasure between my legs into a raging fire.

Every thrust takes me closer before he stops, breaks the kiss, and looks at me with heavy eyes.

“You’re ready…” he says, a smile tilting his lips. “You are so fucking ready.”

And so is he, throbbing and twitching between my legs.

A second passes before the edge becomes too hard to resist, and I loop my arms around his neck like ropes of desperation, practically begging him to make me come.

Granting my wish, he rams into me until I vibrate with unbridled bliss.

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CALLAN

“You have guests?”Kaitlin asks as I enter the kitchen, following the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

She must know I have guests since the breakfast is already on the table.

I push back a smirk of cynical satisfaction.

She dismisses me with a small gesture.

“All right. I don’t need to know more,” she says while I tip my stare down.

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