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I move up her curvy body and kiss her softly. I hover over her. “Are you sure?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.

She cups my cheek, her eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

That’s all I need.

I kiss her again as I line up with her drenched opening. We both hold our breath as I slide into her, gasping at the contact. She arches beneath me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I thrust through her virginity and bottom out inside her.

“Oh!” she cries.

I freeze, letting her adjust to my size. She feels so good, so much better than I ever thought possible—wet and hot and tight. Her pussy wraps around my cock like a fist, and it takes everything in me not to come instantly.

“I’m good,” she says, nodding for me to start moving.

I grit my teeth and pull out slowly before pushing back in. We both gasp as I bottom out inside her again.

Soon, we find a rhythm, our bodies moving together like they were made for this. For us. It’s intense and messy and perfect. Every moan, every whispered word, every touch is burned into my memory.

Her body shudders under me, her grip on me tightening, and I know that she’s close to coming again.

Thank God because I’m close to my release, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

“Luca,” she gasps.

Hearing her say my name like that has me falling over the edge. “Fuck, Blake. Mine,” I growl as I come.

Blake clings to me, her cries like music to my ears as she comes with me. We fall apart together, tangled in the sheets and each other, our breaths ragged, our hearts racing.

I wrap my arms around her and roll to the side before I collapse on top of her. Blake cuddles up next to me, her head resting on my shoulder, and I smile as I kiss her forehead. When I look down at my girl, her eyes have drifted shut, and a moment later, her breathing evens out.

I grin, pulling the covers over us as I wrap my arms around Blake and allow my eyes to drift closed.

I know—no matter what comes next, I’m not letting her go.

SEVEN

Blake

“Oh, my god! What time is it?” I ask, bolting upright in bed.

“What?” Luca grumbles next to me.

I look at him as he sits up, smiling when I see his hair sticking out in every direction and his adorable, sleepy expression.

“What?” he repeats.

“The time! What time is it?”

“Uh…” He turns his head to look at the alarm clock next to him. “Almost five in the morning.”

“Oh, thank god,” I groan, sinking back onto the mattress.

“Why are we freaking out about the time?” he asks, lying down next to me and tugging me against him.

“Because I have to be up for work in an hour.”

“This is terrible. You do this every day?” he complains.

I nod. “Unfortunately.”