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CORBIN

I kiss her, stroking my tongue deep as I slide my cock through her wetness and over her swollen clit. She’s everything right now: her taste in my mouth, her scent fogging my senses, the feel of her beneath me, and the promise of her heat.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be this version of me; a man on the brink of losing control.

Nothing else matters, only Grace’s hips undulating against mine, craving to be filled, and my building arousal. I close my eyes, wanting to shut out the world and bury myself inside her, where everything is sweet and good. When the head of my dick slips inside an inch, I feel it everywhere.

She pants, “Yes, oh fuck” as I put my full weight behind my cock and force my way inside, too lost to ask her if she wants this and if it’s okay. Her body parts around mine, accepting me, cradling me, holding me like I could float away at any second.

I forgot about the magic of sex. The strength of the total and complete bonding a person can feel with another when all the emotions are right.

I don’t move. I can’t. The way her body opens around me, heat drawing me deeper, is enough to short-circuit all thought.

My arms tighten around her without realizing it, as if holding her too loosely might let the moment escape.

Grace arches under me, her fingers gripping my shoulders like she’s anchoring herself, and her eyes—half-lidded, glazed with need—meet mine.

There’s no pretense anymore.

No gentle flirting. No presenting the right version of myself for her article or sanitizing the truth of what we’re looking for in this house.

We’re real and raw without walls.

I roll my hips, slow but insistent, grinding into her until her breath stutters, her lips parting in a silent gasp. I can feel her everywhere. Her thighs tightening around me, her nails scraping down my back, and her slick heat pulling me closer with every heartbeat.

I lower my forehead to hers, trying to stay tethered when everything inside me is breaking loose. “You feel… fuck, you feel so perfect.”

She moans, soft and broken, the sound catching in her throat like she didn’t mean for it to escape. “Don’t stop.”

I wouldn’t, even if the world was ending.

I thrust again, deeper this time, watching her expression falter, her eyes fluttering shut. Each movement wrings a new sound from her, small, breathy whimpers that do violent, beautiful things to me.

There’s a rhythm building now as our bodies find a language of their own.

“Corbin… oh…”

My name falls from her lips like a prayer. My grip on her hip tightens as I sink my teeth into her shoulder, desperate to consume her. Needing to mark this moment and remember what it’s like to be inside someone who meets me in every way .

Emotionally. Physically. Completely.

Grace’s legs wrap around me tighter, pulling me in as if she doesn’t want even an inch between us. Her hands roam my back, my hair, my face, like she’s trying to memorize me, every inch, every movement.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Corbin.”

My thrust falters, hearing my name on her lips, because this is terrifying, and it’s everything, and accepting that fact is enough to make me panic.

I kiss her again, hard and hungry, swallowing the sounds she makes and drowning out my thoughts in a rush. Her hips lift, matching me, meeting me, and the friction is unbearable in the best way.

I feel it happening.

Her body tenses, her breath stalls, and her fingers clutch me like she’s holding on for dear life.

“Let go,” I whisper against her mouth. “I’ve got you.”

And she does, arching her body into mine, eyes slamming shut as the orgasm rips through her like a hurricane.

“Corbin…”

She cries out my name, broken and breathless, and I follow her over the precipice seconds later, burying myself deep as the pleasure rips through me like lightning, white-hot and consuming.

“Grace. Fuck. Damn…”

We fall apart together. That’s what it feels like. Before, we were two whole people, barely holding onto the edges of our frayed beings. Now, we’re one, trembling, hearts pounding, clinging to one another.

I have to accept at that moment, as I pull out from inside her, that I don’t want this to be temporary. I want every moment after this to be with her.