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“What do you want?”

“Make me forget.”

I grip her hips, moving the lace down while at the same time taking a handful of her ass, kneading her briefly before forcing the panties past her thighs and calves. She steps out of them, flinging them to live in the corner of the shower. Her strokes on my dick intensify.

“Whatever you want, name it.”

“I don’t want to feel anything but this.”

I spin her around, pressing her hands to the black tile. Her perfect ass lifts toward me. The beautiful curve of her spine beckons me forward. My fingers move between her legs, finding her as wet as I knew she’d be. She pushes back against me impatiently, so I angle my cock, finding her opening and pushing ever so slightly inside.

Her muscles tense, but the cry from her lips is an invitation. I ease myself forward, loving the way her pussy grips every inch of me. She shifts, and I groan. “Baby, I’m going to go faster. I need to.”

“Please,” she sighs.

I take her hip with one hand and place my other on her back while I start pumping inside her. My hips connect with her ass, slapping forcefully into her until there’s no room for any other thoughts.

Raeann’s knees buckle slightly, so I hold her in place. “Mine,” I grunt. “I won’t let you leave me.”

“Yours,” she says breathlessly.

God damn. “Say it again.”

“Yours.”

Fuck me. I lose control. We become a working mechanism of our obsession with each other. I try to possess her with every stroke. I pump inside her through orgasm number one, my thrusts relentless, and her cries matching my intensity. For orgasm number two, I work my hands around to grip her breasts, and she claws at the wall in front of her. Her body is practically putty in my hands when she asks for “More.”

I have to pull out before I fill her too early. Moving my hand from her hip to between the front of her legs, I rub her clit until she’s shaking, her ass pushing back into me again, searching.

“Please, Micah. I want you.”

I take a deep breath, guiding my cock between her folds again. She lets out a perfect cry. Her hips work in tandem with mine, working against me as much as I push forward.

“Micah!” She spasms around me, and I piston my hips until I come, too. Then I fuck her nice and slow while my cum fills her before staying fully seated, my cock the perfect plug to keep me inside her, like her tissues and cells will absorb me. She tries to pull away, but I hold her there, wrapping my arms around her middle when her legs start to shake. I press a kiss to her back. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

27

Raeann

Ilower myself on Micah while he’s still asleep. When I’m about halfway seated, his eyelids flutter, and he grips my hips with a strength he shouldn’t possess after just being woken up. It’s as if he’s always waiting for me.

“I want to move in. With Athena.”

His eyes flash. “Done.” His gravelly, sleep-roughened voice spurs me on.

“I want an armored tank like Edward gave Bella in theTwilightseries.”

His gaze narrows.

He hasn’t seenTwilight? We’ll have to fix that.

“It wasn’t an actual tank. It was an SUV that was bullet-proof, accident-proof, basically ensured she would stay alive.”

“You have my credit card.”

“And I want one for you, too.”

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