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I settle between her legs and crush my lips to hers once again. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back with so much passion. Reaching for her thighs, I pull her legs to wrap around me.

When I keep slipping through her slick lips, I break the kiss and pull back to see what I’m doing. Reaching for my shaft, I then push the tip into her. Lifting my gaze to hers, I look into her eyes as I push in more. Her mouth falls open in anOshape.

I reach for her waist and begin to rock in and out. My eyes roll back on the fourth pass when I thrust a little harder to get by her barrier. I still my hips when I break through and she whimpers deeply.

“Are you okay?”

She nods her head and whimpers. “Mm-hum.”

I kiss all over her face before I take her lips. I moan from deep in my chest as she wiggles her hips beneath me. I take her cue and begin to move again. She cups my face and kisses me passionately.

I’m pumping into her slow and easy, trying not to go too deep so I don’t hurt her. That is, until she locks her legs over the backs of mine and grabs ahold of my shoulders.

I forget all about the things I’m trying to keep my mind on, so I don’t fuck this up. I growl and start to plow into her pussy hard and fast. My heart races and my balls tingle.

“Dylan, yes. Oh shit, yes. That feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck, baby. I’m trying to take it easy. This pussy feels so fucking good. Holy shit,” I bite out as her pussy ripples around me.

Latching my lips onto her neck, I suck as I continue to pound into her. She’s so wet and tight. I pull my shit together and slow the fuck down before I come.

Reaching for her palms, I link our fingers together and lift our joined hands above her head. She throws her head back into the pillow and cries out my name. I drop my eyes to her breasts to watch them bounce as our bodies move together.

“Fuck,” I growl out as I feel myself losing this battle once again. “Fuck, baby. This feels so fucking insane.”

“You feel so good, Dylan. I can take more. You didn’t need to back off.”

“I did if this is going to last,” I chuckle, breathlessly.

“Come, we can do it again. I want you to do what feels right to you.”

I groan. “You’re so fucking perfect. This was worth the wait. I want you to come first,” I say and release her hand to reach between us for her clit.

She begins to shake. I grit my teeth and start to switch between deep strokes and shallow ones. I bite my lip, knowing I’m not going to last. I should pull out to hold off, but it might be best to get this one out of the way and try again once I recover.

“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” I moan when she lifts her head to latch her lips onto my neck as her pussy continues to ripple around me and suck me in deeper.

I come with a roar, thrusting a few more times as my scalp tingles. That was amazing. I felt the connection between us.

I love you.

I don’t say the words out loud as I’m not sure she’s ready for that, but it’s the truth. I love her. I always have. I’m never losing her again.

CHAPTER 21

Waking Up His

Ciara

I wakeand go to stretch like a cat. I wince when my body screams from places I’ve never known could ache so much. That’s when I register the welcoming scent engulfing me.

A smile comes to my face as I remember where I am and what happened last night. Or I should say this morning. A glance to my right tells me that I’ve slept in for most of the morning. I’m a little disappointed not to find Dylan in the bed with me.

He did say he’s an early riser. We got to talk a lot more after our hours of passionate lovemaking, after round after round of hot sex. We soaked in his huge tub before we called it a night.

That was enough to make sure I slept like a baby. Well, that and being wrapped in Dylan’s big, strong arms. I’ve never slept better.

A goofy grin comes to my lips. I sit up and look around the room in the light of day. This place is super nice. I smile at the black-and-white framed photo on the wall of Dylan in the ring,looking at the camera with such intensity in his eyes and sweat dripping down his face. There’s a single bead on the tip of his nose.