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We both gasp.

He pauses, trembling, his forehead pressed against mine.

Like he needs a second.

Like he needs to breathe.

Because I feel so good around him.

I tilt my hips, take him deeper, and he groans.

“Jesus Christ.” He starts to move.

Slow. Deep. Perfect.

I dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer, needing more.

And he gives it to me.

His thrusts turn harder, sharper, more desperate.

He grabs my wrists, pins them above my head, his weight sinking into me, his cock hitting deep.

I moan, arching, writhing beneath him, and he fucking loves it.

He buries his face in my neck, panting, whispering my name like a prayer.

Like I’m something holy.

I tilt my head, kiss his jaw, his ear, bite his neck.

“Come, Noah,” I murmur.

Noah groans, hips snapping hard, his entire body going tense. His breath shudders, his grip on my wrists tightens, and he comes so deep inside me I feel it everywhere.

I fall with him.

Wrecked. Ruined. Perfect.

After, he collapses against me, warm and heavy, his arms wrapping around my waist.

He doesn’t let go.

Just breathes with me.

I run my fingers through his hair, smiling to myself.

Because I know he’ll sleep well tonight.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow, Orion will finally see me.

Chapter Thirteen

Juliet

By the time I pull into the student parking lot, my whole body is thrumming. Every nerve ending, every molecule of my being is alive.

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