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“Please don’t hurt me, Kohen,” I murmur.

The way he looks at me, I feel guilty for thinking he might. I want to be all in with him, be something more than just a quick orgasm. My heart races in my chest, as if it is begging me to take the leap, to trust him completely. His eyes are filled with a warmth and sincerity that I have never seen before, making me believe that he wants this with me.

“Madalyn, baby, you are killing me here,” he groans, resting his forehead against mine, breathing me in.

"Kohen," I whisper, my voice trembling with vulnerability. "I want to be with you. My issues are just that— mine. They do not belong between us. I will sort it out.”

He grunts before he speaks. "I want that too, baby," he murmurs, his words like a soothing balm to my anxious heart. "You have no idea how much I want that. As for the shit that you are dealing with, we do it together, okay? None of this ‘I am dealing with shit on my own.’ I claimed you, so your shit is my shit. Get me.”

I nod.

“Good, baby.” He kisses me and I forget everything that was in my head.

It is like he erases the bad things that are there and all I can think about is him.

Breaking the kiss, he smiles at me. “There is a party at the club. I want you to come and meet my brothers. They need to see that you are mine.” He kisses my neck and yet again, my body responds to his touch.

“Can I bring Darian?” I pant, my hand landing on his bicep, my fingers digging into his hard muscles.

“I would imagine she would be there with Forge, but you can bring her.”

His body slowly moves over mine, his dick hard and ready to go again. I widen the space between my legs to take him, his cock slipping through my pussy lips, spreading my juices all over his shaft.

“Why is that so hot?” I blurt out making him chuckle, which in turn makes his cock bounce against my clit. “Oh.”

“Everything we do together is hot, baby,” he admits, looking down at where we are touching. “You really need to get on the pill. I am fighting with everything I have not to slip into your bare, Mads.” His voice is tight.

“I will soon.” My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of feeling all of him.

Reaching for a condom, he slips it on once he gets the foil packet open and rolls it down his dick, then grins at me.

“Hands and knees, baby. I want to see that ass jiggle while I fuck you.” My mouth pops open at his words, making him laugh.

He flips me over like I weigh nothing, then he slams into me.

“Oh, fuck, Kohen.”

Even though I have not long ago orgasmed, my body needs to come again and his cock is making that feeling grow deep inside of me. My body is tight, yet loose, and hungry for more of him.

“Oh, fuck yeah, look at that,” he hisses, bringing a hand down on my left ass cheek, making me cry out from both pleasure and pain.

He spanks me three more times, evening out the number on each cheek.

“Best fucking ass around.” All embarrassment goes out the window about spankings; damn, this feels good. Who would have thought that I would like it?

“Harder, baby. Fuck me harder,” I scream.

“Fuck yeah,” he says, gripping my hips and powers into me over and over again, until I come, screaming his name.

He comes seconds after me, his hips slapping against my ass then he stills, his bruising grip on my hips never lessening as he fills the condom. His head lands on my back, his breath washing over my slick skin as he pants, slowing his breath.

“Fuck me, woman, you will be the death of me.”

I giggle, falling flat onto the bed while he rolls off me again, gently pulling me into his side. My leg goes over his, and my fingers trace through his chest hair again, making him chuckle.

“You like that, huh?”

I nod. “Oddly, yeah.”

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