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"Please," I beg, wrapping one leg around his waist in an attempt to get more friction. He grabs my other one, hoisting me up so my legs are wrapped around him while he walks to the sitting room.

Dropping me on the couch, he hovers his body over me, still peppering my skin with kisses while I writhe beneath him.

"Please," I beg again. "Sam, I need you."

Sam doesn't make me wait any longer. He frees himself from his pants and drives into me with one powerful thrust. The force of it knocks the breath from my lungs.

"Fuck," he hisses, his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise. "So tight."

He sets a punishing pace, with each thrust harder than the last. I want more. I want everything.

"Harder," I demand.

Sam's response is to slam into me with renewed force, his mouth capturing mine in a bruising kiss. I taste blood — mine or his, I'm not sure.

The intensity builds as he shifts angles, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I'm so close already, my body tensing around him.

"That's it," Sam growls in my ear. "Come for me, Olivia. Let me feel you."

His thumb finds my clit, circling roughly in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation pushes me over the edge, and I scream his name as waves of pleasure crash through me.

My back arches as he grips my hips and continues his relentless pace, pushing me through the waves of ecstasy until I'm screaming.

"Sam," I gasp. "Oh God, Sam..."

His eyes lock with mine, dark and possessive. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his muscles tensing with each powerful thrust.

"You feel so good," he growls, his grip tightening on my hips. "So fucking perfect."

I wrap my legs higher around his waist, changing the angle. Sliding deeper, he hits that spot again that makes me see stars. I'm building toward another climax already, my body responding to him like it was made for this — for him.

"Don't stop," I beg, reaching up to pull him closer. "Please don't stop."

Sam leans down, his chest pressing against mine as he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. The new position creates delicious friction against my oversensitive clit, and I moan into his mouth.

"Never," he promises against my lips. "Never gonna stop loving you."

His pace quickens, becoming erratic. I know he's close, and I want to fall over the edge with him.

"You look so good taking my cock, baby." He slips his hand between us, his thumb circling my clit with just the right pressure. "I want you to come around my cock again, Olivia. Can you do that, baby girl?"

"Yes," I pant. Sam leans in, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth, and that's all it takes to send me spiraling again, waves of pleasure washing over me as I cry out his name.

My release triggers his, and Sam thrusts once, then twice more, before burying himself deep inside me with a guttural groan. I feel him pulsing, filling me as his body shudders against mine.

We stay connected, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. His weight presses me into the couch, but I don't want him to move. I run my fingers through his damp hair, savoring the aftershocks still rippling through both of us.

Sam holds me close as we catch our breath, his heart pounding against mine. After a moment, he lifts me gently from the couch, carrying me to our bedroom. He lays me on the bed with a tenderness that makes my heart ache.

"I love you," he whispers, brushing hair from my face.

"I love you too."

We curl together under the sheets, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare back while I stare at the beautiful ring that adorns my finger.

I’m not sure what comes next for us. But I do know that we’re no longer held down by parents and our pasts. We’ve closed that book, and now we’re writing a new one. And the best part is, we get to choose our own ending.