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I ignore him, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. It takes all my effort to clench my muscles as hard as possible around him. A loud roar echoes around the room, and without warning, I’m flying backward, my eyes locking again with his.

Talon hovers over me, his hands tangling in my hair, propping on his elbows. I’m transfixed by the shade of his pupils, the long lashes close enough to brush with my own.

“I love you.” His words glide through me.

His strokes grow more relentless, forcing an orgasm so mind-blowing, I splinter under his stare.

My cries are drowned by his mouth, him repositioning us back up so I’m perched astride him. His hands go to the base of my skull, gripping gently as he slows his thrusts.

“My choice, the lights will always be on. I want to see you taking my cock every single time.”

The statement seems odd until he continues.

“You want it hard, slow, or fast, it will never be a bing-bang. If I could live inside your pussy, I would.”

My stomach dives. “H-h-how’d you?—?”

He rams up, the friction building again. “There is no one before. In my mind, you were born to be mine.”

“I am yours.”

“I’ll take care of you, forever.”

“Forever.”

“I want you to move in.”

His statement slams around my already muddled head. It’s too much. He’s cocooned me to him, moving in a way I can’t form words. My blissful euphoria increases as his movements own me.

I want to argue, sass back, tell him it’s too soon—but words fail.

Everything about this feels right.

I belong to this man.

“Want your clothes in my closet, your car in my driveway, and your ass in my bed every night.” He drives up, scraping the perfect spot, sending carnal need coursing to every nerveending. My body is completely in tune with his movements, reacting on instinct.

“Not yet, it’s too soon.” The throaty rasp is a feeble response, but it’s all I can muster with my one-functioning brain cell.

He grins against my lips, his eyes dancing. “Keep resisting, babe. Makes convincing you much sweeter.”

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TALON

I pocket my phone,grabbing my keys. Willow’s phone dings with a notification from Rowan.

I have a situation. Can you meet me at Clyde’s?

“Babe, Hollywood needs you.” I try the bathroom door, only to find it locked.

“What?”

“Why is the door locked?” I jiggle the knob again.

“Because every time I try to get dressed, you distract me.”

“It makes more sense to shower together and save water. Princess, it wasn’t my mouth wrapped around my dick a little while ago.” My cock twitches, remembering the phenomenal blow job.

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