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Something in her softens, like her hard candy shell melting under the hot brand of my hands.

She makes a squeak of surrender, and that’s it. She’s responding with savage intensity—clinging to me, clawing at me. The rules are gone; there’s just this need between us.

“Tabitha,” I breathe.

She clamps her legs around me with a force that surprises me. Her fingers dig into my back, ferocious nails, fierce and hard, giving in.

There’s no playful effervescence here—nothing to distract from the real girl, hungry and true.

It’s everything. I kiss her. I lay her down on the massage table, consuming her.

“Tell me you have a condom,” she grates. “Oh my god, tell me, please, please, please.”

I roll over and grab my wallet from my pants pocket.

When I look back down, there’s a rawness to her, like her heart’s gone ragged.

She’s never let me see that.

I slide on the condom with jerky movements. I get up on the table and crawl over her, panting. I shove apart her legs and position myself at her entrance.

“Please, Rex, please,” she hisses. “Please, please, please.”

“I got you.” I press into her slowly. She’s warm. Tight. Perfect. I groan out, blown away by how amazing she feels—and I’m barely in.

“More,” she says.

I move into her velvet warmth, trying to hold back. “…don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just give me everything. Give me everything, Rex.”

She lifts her hips, urging me in.

With that, all of my restraint goes offline. I dig my fingers into her hips, take her with one wicked thrust. She lets out a hiss of pleasure.

We’re a blind, desperate tangle of hungry limbs.

I thrust into her, strong and sure, making certain to hit the spot she needs me to hit, quickly finding the rhythm she responds to.

Heat rushes through my veins.

Her groans of ecstasy fill my ears.

“Rex, Rex, Rex…” she rasps. I capture my name with a kiss. The feeling of her, needy and dark, it’s almost too much.

I fuck her and kiss her. I press my forehead to hers, not wanting her to see my eyes. I’m not used to this level of intimacy.

“You’re perfect,” I hiss as I thrust into her.

Chapter 15

Tabitha

Like a traitor,my body arches up to meet his, to increase the intensity of us. Needing him and loving him, in spite of where that leads.

He’s my terrifying new addiction, filling my ache, grinding against me deliciously. I pull him close as he thrusts into me.

His bare chest, all muscles and unforgiving contours and that harsh smattering of chest hair—something more that he shows only to me. I can’t get enough of it, of him.

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