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“Yes,” she whimpers. But I’m not sure she knows what she’s agreeing to.

I’m not even sure I understand the full significance of it either. I just know that this is more than just sex.

“Please, Blake.” Her fingers pull at my hair, her hips arching against the head of my cock.

I fight to hold back the ravenous urge to dominate her. To take her hard. But the look she gives me begs for it. And I feel like a starving man, ravenous for the one thing that’s consumed my every waking thought. I sink inside the clenching depths of her pussy with a single stroke, and she cries out.

A growling moan vibrates from my throat. Her tight, hot flesh spasms around my cock, and for a second, I can’t move. I’m locked inside her, our eyes meeting, and I swear to God a part of me merges with her. And all that bullshit about love and forever - in this moment it seems almost possible.

The ripples of her pussy around my length feel like a vise grip, and I know I need to give her a moment to adjust to my size.

“You okay?” I ask, pressing my lips against hers, looking into her eyes and searching for any signs of pain. Damn, my lack of self-control.

Her breath is shaky. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you, Blake. All of you.”

I kiss her, hard, hearing the need in her voice. The same need that fills me. To push her to the edge. To possess her. Claim her. Mark her.

Long, hard, deep strokes. Each thrust stretches her sensitive flesh, her face flushed, lips swollen from my kisses.

Her pussy flexes around me, and I can feel the orgasm beginning to rise inside her.

“Yes, Kiley,” I groan, my strokes harder, faster.

I’m fucking her. But it’s so much more than that. Every cell in my body screams as pleasure builds in my balls, my muscles tightening with my encroaching release.

She cries out, ecstasy blazing in her eyes as her orgasm rips through her.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” A harsh groan tears through me. I thrust to the hilt one last time as deep, heavy spurts erupt from my cock.

I collapse, unable to move. Paralyzed from the white-hot ecstasy that keeps sending little pulses of cum shooting from my dick.

“Holy shit,” I groan against her neck, knowing I’ll never recover from whatever the hell that just was. Because I swear to God, it changed some essential part of me.

Kiley whimpers beneath me, and when I finally find the strength to roll off her, her eyes are already drifting closed. Exhausted and sated, I discard the condom, then pull her into my arms.

It’s not long before I feel her body relax, hear the soft sounds of her breathing, letting me know she’s fallen asleep.

I’d been right thinking I’d lose myself in her if given the chance. She’s branded my soul. Somehow, she’d snuck in and filled all the empty, dark corners of my heart.

And it doesn’t just scare me. It terrifies me.

Because I’m not sure I can handle losing another person I love.

Chapter Eight

Kiley

Blake isn’tbeside me when I wake up, but I can hear his voice, and the scent of coffee and bacon waft through the slightly open bedroom door. I pull one of his t-shirts out of a drawer and pull it on, then pause when I catch my reflection in the mirror. My hair is a wild tangled mess, and my lips are puffy from Blake’s kisses.

I press my fingers to my mouth, eyes closing as memories of yesterday and last night flood through me. I’d fallen asleep in his arms and woken up to his caresses, his kisses. We’d made love multiple times. And with each touch, I lost a piece of myself to him.

My body still aches deliciously from him being inside of me, and my heart pounds erratically when I remember the way he looked at me as he slid inside me. No one’s ever looked at me like that. Ever. Like I was special. Protected. Safe.

Cherished.

God, I’m falling for him. Hard.

And my brain rings with a million warning bells.

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