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“No.” I still her with my hands on her hips. “Do not apologize for being a good fucking girl and do not apologize for having the most alluring cunt I’ve ever experienced in my entire existence. Never apologize for that. Your body is my paradise, Marlee, and if I die tonight, I will die a fulfilled and very happy man.”Bending my fingers into the soft skin of her hips, I help her move up and down on my shaft. “Now use me. Chase your next release. Fucking milk my cock until it’s empty.”

She looks shocked at my words, at herself, at us, I don’t know. But it only lasts for a heartbeat. Then her head falls back, and she moves. Everything about her is reckless and divine, like a woman who’s just realized every rule she ever learned was stupid and wrong. She rides me, slow at first, savoring, then faster, harder, making the headboard shudder with every thrust. I dig my fingers in, spurring her on, wanting to see how wild she’ll get before she lets go. She locks her eyes on mine and all I can think is how beautiful destruction looks in the right hands.

My hands.

“Ledger! Oh, Christ, Ledger…” she pants. I feel her coming before she gets the words out. Before her nails rake down my chest and her whole body buckles like she’s been electrocuted. She clamps down and milks me just like I told her to, and it’s so fucking perfect, I lose it. My vision goes white around the edges, every muscle cording in my neck, my hands, my back. I spill inside her, head swimming, and she collapses on me like a ragdoll, both of us sticky-hot and panting, out of breath, out of words, but somehow knowing exactly what comes next.

3:10 A.M.

“Oh fuck! Oh, God, Ledger!”

“I know babe. But I can’t stop touching you.” I circle her clit with my wet fingers and glide my other wet soapy hand down over her slick body, the water from the shower head dropping on us like we’re about to fuck in the most heavenly rain shower.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she pants against me, her back to my front as I palm her breasts. “It feels incredible when you touch me. Like I mean something. Like I’m cared for and desired all in one.”

“Because you are cared for, Mar,” I answer. “Hell, I’d spend the rest of my life caring for you if you’ll have me. I’ve desired you as long as I’ve known you. And now that I finally get to have you, I’m afraid to stop. I don’t want to wake up from this dream. I want to give you all the babies you could ever dream of. I’d give you everything.”

I pinch her nipple slightly and her legs weaken.

“My legs, Ledge!” She whimpers, shaking her head. “It’s too good. I can’t stand up.”

“I’ve got you,” I murmur into her ear and then spin her around, lifting her by her thighs and wrapping her legs around me. “Put your arms around my neck, Mar. And hold on.”

I don’t do leg workouts for nothing.

I’ve got muscles of steel in my thighs. I could go all night and not tire.

Especially with this much sexual adrenaline coursing through my veins.

4:00 A.M.

“Ledger…” My name is a whisper on her lips as I curl my body around hers. My hands move over her soft skin with awe. Like I’m memorizing her through touch alone. The slope of her hips. The soft rise and fall of her stomach. The places that make her sigh, arch, whisper my name.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Not just in the obvious, stunning ways, but in the way she trusts me with her.

With her body.

With her desires.

With her dreams.

Every tremble, every shiver I pull from her is her letting me in, and I know it’s not just her body opening to me.

It’s her.

All of her.

And I’ll forever treat that like the honor it is.

“You’re beautiful, Marlee,” I murmur behind her. “I could spend forever wrapped up in you.” I hook my hand over her hip and lazily slide my fingers between her tired legs. “Still wet for me. Do you know how incredible you feel?”

“That’s all you, Ledger.”

I smile into her neck, getting a good whiff of the shampoo I just used to wash her hair in the shower. “Good.” I spread remnants of my past orgasms around her clit nice and slow, enjoying every squirm of her body, every hitch in her breath. “I like feeling myself all over you, Mar. And I like knowing you’ll be reminded of me as I drip out of you.”

“As if I could ever forget,” she responds, chuckling softly in the calm, peaceful quiet of my hotel room.

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