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"Oh!"
She’s so tight that I fight the urge to take her hard, to give in to what my body craves.
Slowly, she starts moving with me, rolling her hips back against me.
I grip her waist with both hands and pick up the pace.
I alternate between deep and fast strokes, grinding my hips against her, and soon she’s screaming my name, begging to come.
We find our rhythm, and I feel the loss of control taking over both of us.
Each time I thrust into her, I take her harder, demanding her surrender.
We’re lost in desire, trapped in our own lust.
She starts to tremble, her body signaling that she’s about to climax.
I tease her clit while fucking her without pause, and within seconds, she’s coming undone.
I howl like an animal—triumphant, primal, and consumed by passion.
I keep fucking her for several more minutes until I finally give in, coming so hard it rips me from reality.
* * *
"Who was that man?" I ask when dawn is breaking.
Neither of us has slept, and we haven’t talked much either. Every time we woke from brief naps, I took her again.
Her expression darkens, and she tries to get out of bed.
"It was a simple question, Taylor."
"You think I have lovers, that’s why you asked."
"I’m insanely jealous of you, but that’s not why I’m asking. I want to know."
She sighs. "I don’t know his name. He’s a friend of Jackie’s. He was the one who rescued me from your father’s yacht."
Rescued.
She didn’t come back before because she couldn’t? Or did her mind create a defense mechanism, blocking the memories?
"I believe in your amnesia," I say, pulling her back onto my chest.
She rests her head against me, her fingers tracing slow patterns on my neck. "I won’t thank you for that. I told you from the start I didn’t remember anything."
Despite the tension between us, I manage a smile. "I’ve always liked the way you stand up to me," I admit.
"Always?"
"Yes. You never put up with my bullshit, my need for control."
"And yet, that never stopped you from trying to control me."
"It’s part of who I am."
"I don’t mind you being controlling, but I can’t handle your distrust, William. Nothing—not even a baby—would force me to stay by your side. If I’m here, it’s because I want to be with you. If you can’t trust me, not even a marriage of convenience, if it happens, will work."