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I nod, my body already bowing off the mattress in answer.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Feels perfect because it is. Because you were made for me, Dani. And I’m keeping you.”
Then he thrusts again—deep and hard and utterly consuming—and something inside me snaps.
I shatter.
The climax drags me under like a wave, sweeping through every nerve ending in my body.
My back arches, fingers clutching his hips, and I do exactly what he begged me to—I scream his name.
And I’m not quiet about it.
I think I hear mine on his lips too—low, reverent, desperate—as his rhythm falters. He pulls out at the last second, and I open my eyes just in time to see it.
One long, thick jerk of his hand—and heat paints my skin.
A splash of his warm, wet, wicked release hits my belly, my thighs, my still-quivering sex, and for some reason—it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or done.
But even that isn’t as powerful as the look on his face.
His jaw clenched.
His eyes blown wide with hunger.
Watching me like I’m art.
Like I’m his.
Then—with a possessive growl—he reaches down and spreads it all around.
His big hand smears his release across my sensitive skin—then over my clit.
And he doesn’t stop there.
He starts rubbing.
Slow, firm circles.
Merciless, relentless, perfect.
I gasp.
My pussy twitches.
I arch again.
“Oh my God—Hudson!”
I come again, harder than before, my whole body locking up, fire pouring through my veins as I cry out for him once more.
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My heart’s still pounding.
Not just from what we did—but from what itmeans.
