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“I will absolutely spank you, the second I catch you,” I growl.

She shrieks and runs ahead, but she stops as soon as she gets through the doorway. “Oh, this room is even nicer,” she says. “That view is whoa.”

I catch her around the waist and bury my face in her neck. She smells warm and womanly, and I can’t get enough. “Caught you.”

“You tricked me with the CN Tower outside your window.”

“Whatever I need to do to gain the upper hand.” I pick her up and spin us around, pointing her to the bed. “Get on your knees.”

She does, then wiggles her hips at me, and I pounce. It’s less of a spanking and more of a wrestling match, where I need to dig my fingers into the soft curve of her hips to hold her in place, and she likes that even more than the light swats I land on her bottom.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyes dancing, when I finally pin her down. She’s stretched out on her back and I’m between her legs. The wetness of her pussy is a crazy distraction against the throbbing length of my cock.

“No you aren’t.”

She shakes her head, giggling. “Not even a little.”

“So if I want you to hold still, I’ll need to make you?” I curve one eyebrow up in a menacing look, and her face goes serious.

“I guess so,” she says mock-solemnly. “Oh. No.”

Fuck, I need to be inside this woman. “Come here, you minx,” I murmur, tangling my hand in her hair as I kiss her.

Her tongue, her breath, the hard scrape of her teeth as she sinks them into my lower lip—all of it is magic, and none of it is enough. More. I need more.

I take her with me as I roll to the side of the bed, and she giggles. I grab a condom, then two more. Just in case.

That’s how I enter her for the first time, with both of us on our sides, facing each other. Time slows as my pulse jacks up. She wraps her top leg over my hip. I roll the latex down my shaft. Her fingers wrap around my slick length and she guides me into her as I pull her close.

The look on her face is unforgettable. Eyes wide, then wider again, and her lips part.

“Oh,” she breathes, and I feel it too. An obscene stretch, because she’s slick but still tight, her little pussy eager for me but not quite ready. But then her heat gives way and inch by inch she slides onto me, until I’m buried all the way. “Sam…”

We fuck like that, entwined on our sides. Outside the window, the snow still swirls, a white blanket cocooning us from the world. There’s no rush, and we take it slower than I’ve ever made love before.

Each thrust is a complete moment. Hazel moves inside a tight circle of my arms like she’s always been there. I give her my all, finding the depths of her reactions and pushing there until she cries out.

It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful, but the act itself feels like her poem.She wrote me a God damn poem.And then she gave it to me, in breathy little gasps, when I don’t deserve such sweetness.

I told her exactly who I am.

She knows.

And she’s still pulling me into her body, letting me love her.

It’s beautiful, but it’s raw, too.Vulnerable.Exposed.

She looks at me like she sees right to my soul, and that should scare me. I’ve had enough of being put on display for a lifetime. I’ve been picked apart and judged and found lacking in the worst way.

I’m a social pariah. A menace.

But Hazel’s right here, letting me love her.

And she’s smiling. “Sam…”

God, yes.

“You fuck like a god.”

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