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"Tor," she whispers, reaching for me. "I need you."

Those words ignite something primal in me.

I cover her body with mine, kissing a trail down her neck.

My hands explore every inch of her, relishing in the soft sighs and moans I draw from her.

"God, Meghan," I groan against her skin. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

She arches into me, her nails raking down my back. "Show me," she demands.

I don't need to be told twice.

I enter her in one swift motion, both of us crying out at the sensation.

For a moment, I'm overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside her, of finally being connected in this way.

"Are you okay?" I ask, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.

She nods, pulling me down for a searing kiss. "Don't hold back," she whispers against my lips.

Those words unleash something in me.

I begin to move, setting a relentless pace.

It's rough and intense, almost animalistic in its urgency.

But underneath it all is a tenderness, a connection that goes beyond the physical.

"Fuck, Meghan," I pant, feeling myself getting close. "I'm not gonna last much longer."

She wraps her legs tighter around me, urging me on. "It's okay," she gasps. "I'm close too. Don't stop."

I increase my pace, driving us both toward the edge.

When she comes, crying out my name, it's enough to send me over too.

I bury my face in her neck as I finish, my entire body shuddering with the intensity of it.

As we lay there afterward, both of us breathing heavily, I can't help but feel like everything has changed.

And for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid of what that might mean.

CHAPTER THREE

Meghan

I wake up completely startled, my heart pounding as I try to remember where I am.

Soft morning light filters through unfamiliar curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.

As my eyes adjust, I take in the sight of dark wood furniture, clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, and the unmistakable scent of pure man—a mixture of sandalwood and grease.

I’m in Tor's room.

I’m in his bed.

The events of last night come rushing back in a flood of sensory memories.

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