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She nodded. “I might adore you too,” she teased me.

That earned her a crooked grin. My nose brushed hers, fingers trailing up her thigh, slow and possessive, like I needed to remind her she was mine. “I love you too, more than you can imagine.”

Then I kissed her.

My mouth slanted over hers. My fingers dug into her hips, dragging her against me as I took everything she offered—andmore. She tasted like something I didn’t deserve and would never give up. Her hands fisted in my shirt. My tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her, my teeth teasing her bottom lip before I sucked it gently between mine.

She whimpered, hips shifting beneath me,

“Rye…” she whispered, her voice all breath and want.

I pressed another kiss to her lips and then pulled back, reaching for the hem of my shirt. She held on for a second before she let go, letting me pull the fabric over my head. I tossed it to the floor, never breaking eye contact.

Her eyes raked over me, slow and greedy, and when they dipped lower, a crooked grin tugged at my mouth. Every late night. Every grueling morning. All those hours training, pushing, punishing myself… worth it. Just for this. Just for her to look at me like I was her favorite sin.

“Your turn.”

I gripped her top and gently dragged it up. She lifted her arms for me. Trusted me. I peeled the shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind me.

And there she was.

Laid out beneath me like something holy. My eyes dragged over her collarbones, the slope of her shoulders, the delicate straps of her bra.

“Fuck,” I whispered, heat lacing every syllable.

She shifted, almost self-conscious, but her eyes never left mine. Like she was waiting for reassurance. I had been trying to work out if she didn’t see it because of something someone had said to her or if my girl naturally had doubts about how gorgeous she was. Either way, I would work through it, but I would like to know where this came from.

I leaned in again, mouth brushing hers, my breath skating across her lips. “You’re beautiful, Sass,” I murmured, hands gliding up her sides, thumbs tracing the underside of herbreasts. Her lips parted, a shaky breath escaping—and I caught it with my mouth, swallowing the sound as I kissed her again. Rougher

I wanted her so badly I could’ve split the mattress clean in half with my dick. My body ached with it, hard and straining, my restraint fraying by the second. Holding back felt like walking a razor’s edge between instinct and discipline—and one wrong move, one sound, one breathy plea, and I was gone.

And once I started, I wouldn’t stop.

Once I let myself have her, really have her, it wouldn’t be one stolen moment. It would be a reckoning. All the nights I’d spent wound up in my sheets, eyes on the ceiling, imagining her—writhing, breathless, begging for me.

Which was exactly why I had to keep my damn head.

Not to mention, we were in her parents’ house, and though they loved me like their own, I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be thrilled about me making their daughter scream my name while I fucked her so hard, I rattled picture frames off the walls.

Still... I needed a taste.

I dropped my mouth to her throat, planting a slow, open-mouthed kiss against that spot where her neck met her shoulder. She tasted like warmth and want and something sweeter than I deserved. My tongue dragged across her skin, and she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders like she didn’t know if she was pulling me closer or pushing me over the edge.

I didn’t give her time to decide.

My fingers slid down, hooking into the waistband of her cream shorts. I dragged them down inch by inch with her underwear, exposing skin that made my vision blur. Her head fell back against the pillow, eyes on me.

I trailed kisses down her collarbone, slow and biting. Enough to make her arch into me. I shoved the thin straps of herbra off her shoulders, savoring the way she trembled under each inch of skin I uncovered.

“Rye…” she breathed, my name breaking apart in her throat.

“Shh.” I kissed the top of her breast and unhooked the bra, pulling it off. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Not tonight. Not ever.

Her nipples pebbled from the chill, and I put one into my mouth, sucking slowly, teasing it with my tongue. Her moans cracked, her fingers lacing through my hair and dragging me closer.

I let her—until I was the one in control again, flicking my tongue, then sucking harder. She moaned softly, her grip loosening enough for me to do the other. Her tits truly were perfection, round and filled my hands.

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