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Spilling inside her, I slam deeper, grinding into her as if I’m searching for another inch. And her legs wrap tighter around my waist as if she's trying to keep me there—even after her little protest.
Burying my face in her neck, I groan, sinking my teeth into her flesh.
She comes again, spurred on by my load flooding her as I grind against her clit. Her body tenses, hips riding my cock all by herself.
Her clenching walls coax every last drop of come from me.
I can’t help but feel proud of my cock-hungry little whore.
Our hot breaths mix as I lean down and take her mouth with a gentle kiss, revelling the silky flesh of her lips and swallowing her whimpers.
Her tongue swirls against mine, giving in to me mind, body and soul as she kisses me back.
I swear I could come just from the knowledge that she finally wants me too.
Sweat drips down my spine. But I stay there a little longer, kissing her passionately as we ride the aftershocks.
Breaking the kiss, I search her face. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed and shining wet with tears. She looks thoroughly ruined, utterly perfect. I wish I could take a picture and keep this image of her forever.
I lift a hand, brushing her hair from her face.
“You don't get to pretend after this,” Imurmur gently. “You don't get to hide now. You gave yourself to me… and I'm never letting you take it back.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, blue eyes shimmering as they meet mine. “I won’t,” she whispers.
A wicked grin spreads across my face. “That’s my girl.”
Chapter 20
Zane
The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but the woods are already behind me.
My boots are caked in mud, arms scratched from the brush, and three rabbits swing by their tied feet in my grip. My pack’s heavier with foraged mushrooms, wild onions, and carefully wrapped eggs.
It's not much after an entire night hunting—I was hoping for a deer—but it's something. Enough to feel like I'm pulling my weight and feeding the group.
I'm quiet coming in, only out of habit, not courtesy. Phoenix and Myles are probably still out cold.
Stepping into the storeroom, I drop the haul in the cooler chest and stretch out my shoulder. My scars pull with the motion, but I ignore it.
The hallway’s dark, just a sliver of early light leaking through the boarded windows. My feet take me to the holding room without thinking.
Pausing at the bars, I see the lock is in place, but something feels… off.
Ivy stirs under the threadbare blanket, waking up, one bare leg sliding into view. There’s a fresh bruise on her ankle.
What has Myles done now?
Her hair is a tangled mess across the pillow, golden and wild. Her eyes blink open slowly, adjusting to the dim light creeping through the windows.
And fuck me, she's gorgeous.
When she sees me, she doesn't flinch, doesn't curl up or shrink back the way she used to a month ago. It makes my heart beam, and my lips pull into a smile.
She rubs her eyes, unafraid. “Hey,” she murmurs, voice hoarse.
Goddamn, she’s adorable. This unguarded side of her is something special. So sweet and effortlessly enchanting.
