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“Maybe I should,” I shot back, but my voice lacked conviction.

“You won’t,” he said simply, his gaze locking on mine. “You’re too curious.”

He pulled himself up and patted the spot beside him, and I followed without hesitation, curling into a ball on my side.

I wasn’t expecting him to put his arm around me, nor did I think he’d pull me closer. But he did, after switching off the lamp beside him. After everything that we’d done, I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep as quickly as I did—but, I did.

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I woke slowly, warmth curling around me, my body heavy and molten. It took me a heartbeat to realize why why every nerve hummed with awareness, why my breath caught in my throat before I could take another. I wasn’t just lying next to him. I was on him.

My thighs straddled his hips, my chest flush against the firm plane of his, and I was moving—rocking, rolling against the iron-hard length pressing against me. My body acted on its own, chasing something instinctual, primal.

A low, guttural groan rumbled through his chest, dragging my gaze to his. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, and his lips parted as he looked up at me like he was starved.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a better wake-up call, rabbit,” he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly, laced with sleep and raw desire. His hands slid up my thighs, fingers digging into my skin, holding me firmly in place as I tried to stop.

“T-This isn’t—”

“Don’t you dare stop,” he interrupted, his tone a dangerous mix of teasing and commanding. “I can feel how wet you are, Quinn. Don’t lie to me.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, shame and want twisting together as I stammered, “I wasn’t trying to—”

“Shh.” His hands tightened on my hips, his control slipping as he moved me again, dragging my slick heat over the solid length of him. The sensation tore a soft moan from me, and his grip became unrelenting.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and guttural, like he was savoring every sound I made. “Take what you need, baby. Don’t hold back.”

My body betrayed me, hips rolling instinctively as pleasure sparked and built with every pass of him against me. It was dizzying, suffocating, impossible to resist. His hands roamed possessively over my thighs, my waist, and my back like he was laying claim to every inch of me.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick, his tone dark and dangerous. “You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t answer, my breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps as the pleasure grew unbearable. My hands clung to his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin. His hips bucked beneath me, the friction sending jolts of sensation that had me crying out, my head tipping back.

“Good girl,” he growled, his words reverberating through me like a command. “That’s my good girl. Spread that pussy over me, baby. Let me feel how bad you need it.”

Shame and arousal burned through me in equal measure, the sensations heightened by how raw and exposed I felt. The heat of his cock slid between my folds, nothing between us but the damp slide of my slickness against him.

The ache in my core intensified, a gnawing, all-consuming need that had me moving faster, grinding harder. His gaze burned into me, his jaw clenched tight, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

“You’re fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, voice rough and strained. “You’ve got no idea how good you look. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Then his tip caught on my entrance, slick and unyielding, and my hips jerked.

The sharp intake of his breath, the way his hands flexed and gripped harder, should’ve warned me—but I didn’t have time to process it before he shifted his hips upward.

I froze as he slipped inside, my breath hitching in a sharp gasp.

“Relax, rabbit,” he whispered, his tone softening as his thumb traced slow, reassuring circles on my skin. “Don’t tense up. I’ve got you.”

My heart raced, my body trembling as I nodded, but it wasn’t enough. My voice was barely a whisper. “I’ve never…”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his jaw tight, his eyes screwed shut for a moment. “You’ve never done this before?”

I shook my head, feeling both embarrassed and terrified.

“Shit,” he said, his hands shaking as they slid up my thighs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Quinn. But I’ll take care of you. Always.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my mouth with his. His kiss was slow, deliberate, coaxing, and as his tongue slid against mine, his hands rocked my hips downward, inching him deeper inside me.

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