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She lets out a shaky breath. “I can’t.”

“Why? What are you afraid of?”

“Everything.” She looks up at me, unshed tears making her eyes glisten. “Don’t you get that. I’m afraid of everything.”

“You’re one of the strongest people I know. Whatever happened—”

She scoffs, a sound filled with bitterness. “If I was strong, I would have protected her.”

“Protected who? Lucy?”

Her eyes squeeze shut. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to forget.”

I pull her tighter. “Okay.”

“Make me forget. Please.”

The desperation in her voice cuts through me.

“If I could take away all your pain, I would,” I say, covering her lips with my own, and cup the back of her neck, holding her in place as my tongue strokes hers.

She whimpers, a moan vibrating from her throat as her hands bury in my hair, and she twists around to straddle me.

Hunger blazes through me, the ridge of my cock hard against her pussy as she grinds her hips against me.

She groans when I break the kiss. “Don’t stop. Please, Blake.”

I spread a line of kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and her head arches back, her hips moving against mine, needy and desperate.

My fingertips rasp against her swollen nipples, and she lets out a sigh when I pull one into my mouth, tugging the tender tip with my teeth.

Emotions I can’t explain or control lash through me, stronger than they’ve ever been. Consuming and raw, and I don’t bother trying to contain them.

The need to protect her.

To consume her.

To make her mine once and for all.

“Need to fuck you, Kiley.” My voice is guttural, rougher than it’s ever been.

“Yes,” she whimpers. Her need just as strong as my own.

And even though I know she’s using our connection, the blazing lust between us as a shield, I can’t fight it anymore.

Her legs and arms are still wrapped around me, and I stand, carrying her to the bedroom. The cool air rakes across my skin, but it does nothing to lessen the fire that burns in my veins.

I lay her on my bed, never pulling away, not knowing if I’ll keep breathing if I do. I need her. This. So damn bad. She’s more than a drug, she’s fucking oxygen.

My fingers stroke along her wet curves and she shudders beneath me, her hips arching when I palm her pussy. I part her folds, watching her expression, the darkening of her eyes when I slip one finger inside her.

“Don’t tease,” she begs, breathless.

As much as I want to take my time, to savor every inch of her body, I know that’s not what she needs right now. I reach over and grab the box of condoms I bought earlier today and rip through the packaging.

Her eyes are wide, watching me as I sheath myself.

“You want this?” I ask, pushing her thighs apart and moving above her. “Because once we do this. It changes everything.”

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