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“Me too,” he groans in my ear. “You’re going to take me all night, siren. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more. Look what you started.”

“No regrets,” I gasp as he tweaks my clit.

He rubs across that pearl of nerves in a soft press that has my hips shifting. I can feel myself getting wetter as he moves.

“Yes,” he hisses. “I can feel it. So fucking good. That’s it. Welcome me home.”

I whimper as a sluggish orgasm begins to build. One that starts in my womb and tightens my stomach. I press my ass back against him, suddenly desperate for more. I’m so wet that his fingers glide over me easily.

I cum with gasping breaths. My hands have the sheets fisted so tightly that I could pull them off the bed.

His thrusts stutter as he joins me, kissing along my throat with deep groans of relief.

It’s that way all night.

Poe carefully cleaning me up with soft kisses along my stomach. Muttering about how long he’s wanted this. Needed me. The gentlest of confessions torn out of him with every rough coupling.

His perfect words are binding me to him as much as his body is.

Waking up to the feel of him inside me becomes a natural progression. If he isn’t, I roll over and wake him up to do it all over again.

Every single time, we meet each other with the same passion. Fierce or gentle, it doesn’t matter. We’re complete every time he’s inside me.

Chapter Ten

Adelaide

I’m sore and happy about it when I wake up. Face down on my pillow and worn out to my bones.

I turn my head, a wide smile already creeping across my face.

Poe is on his back, mouth open as he breathes lightly. I’m surprised he isn’t snoring. He’s so relaxed, he looks like he melted into the mattress. The blanket he found at some point in the night is pushed down to his waist, revealing his strong body. I take my time watching him sleep, content to see him next to me.

I want to tickle him awake, but he seems completely comatose. With how the night went, I should be the same.

My stomach gives a low grumble of hunger, reminding me I just burned through a week’s worth of calories in one night.

I attacked him as soon as he walked in the door. Did he have dinner?

I wince and slide out of bed, hoping not to wake him. I dress in some shorts and a tank top. The apartment is plenty warm, the way I like it. Hopefully, he likes it, too. My electric bill will cry in the summer if he doesn’t.

I go about making breakfast, hoping he’s not allergic to anything. I don’t make it fancy, sticking to eggs, bacon and toast. I’m setting everything on my tiny table with two place settings, giddy that he’s here.

“What are you giggling about?” His raspy morning voice comes from the doorway.

I glance at him, startled out of my laughter. “I’m planning a trash heist. Will you be my getaway driver?”

He blinks sleepily, his lips tilting into a lopsided smile. “Always.”

My heart bangs in my chest like it’s trying to get out. Seeing him unashamedly naked and sleepy at my bedroom door is everything I need to start my day.

“Breakfast,” I pull out a chair for him, trying to play butler.

He yawns, running a hand through his wild hair as he grabs his slacks from the floor to dress before he takes a seat. I try to get to the other chair when my wrist is grabbed. Poe pulls me back until I drop into his lap. I could protest, but I’m where I want to be.

Instead of giving him a fake struggle, I nestle into him and plant a kiss on his neck. My head rests on his shoulder as if it always belonged there.

“Eat every bite and I’ll give you a reward.” My arms go around him, and the back of his chair.

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