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His name slipped out on a breath, broken and reverent, like a confession.

His thrust grew deeper, rougher, driven by how my body clenched around him.

He felt thicker, fuller, like every second inside me made him more desperate, more undone.

His chest rose and fell with labored breath, muscles tightening with each movement. Sweat rolled down his shoulders, catching the low light, turning his skin into something glistening and godlike.

And still, he didn’t take his eyes off me.

“Damn…”

His release hit with a low, guttural moan, thick and raw in my ear.

He drove himself deeper, harder, forcing a wince from me as he bottomed out, too far, too much.

But I took it.

Every single inch.

The heat of his cum spilled inside me, warm and full, so heavy I could feel the weight of it settling deep.

He didn’t move.

Just stayed there, buried to the hilt, his chest pressed to mine, breath ragged and shallow.

When his eyes found mine, they weren’t soft.

They were steady and fierce.

Like a claim whispered through heat and hunger…quiet, but impossible to ignore.

“You’re mine now.”

Chapter 13

Julien

The smell of sausage filled the room.

Not the pre-cooked kind. The real stuff—the kind you roll and shape by hand. There’s something about food that makes you slow down. Teaching you to touch what you’re making.

I stood at the stove, bare-chested, one hand on the pan, the other braced against the counter. Half-focused on the sizzle. Half-listening for any sound from down the hall.

Nothing yet, she must still be asleep.

Good. She needed rest. She’d fallen asleep wrapped in my sheets like she belonged there. And somehow, it didn’t feel unfamiliar. It felt… easy. Like her body had always known where it needed to be.

I placed eggs in a serving dish, and poured the water for her tea. Started lining up the grits, pancakes, sausage, eggs, possibly too much food for two people, but I didn’t care. I just wanted her to have choices.

Behind me, the door opened.

“You got company or catering?” Marquis’s voice cut in, full of that usual bullshit grin.

I didn’t look up. “What are you doing here?”

“Was gonna see if you wanted to ride out to the city, but now I see you’re entertaining. All this for just two people?”

His question is more to me, nosy. This guy stays in my business. He stepped closer, already reaching for a fork.

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