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When I shifted my hips beneath him, restlessly, silently begging him to move, his head came off of my neck and his mouth went back to mine.

He broke the kiss as his hips pulled back before he snapped them forward again, thrusting inside me.

He set a fast pace with his hips while he moved my hands so he could hold both wrists down with one hand. His other hand moved leisurely down my body. His forehead pressed against mine and his eyes, too close for me to fully make out, looked hazy.

Sweat broke out across his face and he pressed his thumb against my clit again, pushing me over the edge.

I clamped down around him, crying out as I came again.

"Fuck," he growled as he let my hands go.

His hands went to my hips where he gripped me tight, lifting my ass off the mattress and holding me in place while he thrust forcefully inside me.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, buried my face in his neck, and clung to him as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. It didn't take him long before he found his own. Groaning loudly, he buried himself in deep, his body twitching uncontrollably as he came.

I clutched tightly to him the whole time, unwilling to let him go.

He let my hips go and wound his arms around my back, holding me to him as he fell over to his side and rolled onto his back, taking me with him and staying firmly planted inside me.

The move forced me to let go of him with both my arms and thighs. My legs fell to the bed on either side of his. My forearms went to his chest and I pushed myself up so I could look down at him.

The eyes that met mine were dark and as serious as I had ever seen them before. There was a possessiveness lurking in their depths that stole my breath away.

"Do you know what this means?" he inquired in a guttural voice.

I shook my head, having no idea where he was going with this. I hoped wherever it went ended with more orgasms for me though, I was greedy like that.

"You can never leave now," he continued in that same guttural tone. "I won't let you."

My lips kicked up into a soft smile.

He couldn't get rid of me if he tried, I was going absolutely nowhere.

Chapter Fifteen

Ihadn't been invited into the sanctuary of Quinton's bedroom before and I hadn't been invited now. I was restless though and the rest of the house was quiet, everyone sleeping because they'd been awake for days waiting for me to wake up and too wired to sleep before that happened.

I couldn't lay there and do nothing anymore, so I showered and explored the closet. Much to my surprise, the entire thing had been changed around and stuffed full of clothes that actually fit me and weren't ridiculously small. Damien had gone shopping, yet again, and I tried not to be disgusted with the excess or worried about what he'd done with the clothes that had originally been in there.

I found a black tank top that had a sliver of a moon on the front of it. I put on black leggings and, underneath it all, matching black bra and panties. I matched all around.

I found my pentagram choker on a shelf in there, my cell phone sitting beside. I put my choker on and held on tightly to my phone. I turned it on and was surprised to find I had a number of missed calls and text messages, which was weird to me because pretty much everyone I knew was here in the house with me.

Marcus had called me several times and finally resorted to texting.

Marcus: Adrian has informed me you've been invited to dinner. I am so sorry, sweetheart. I had no idea he was going to involve you this way.

Shit.

I fumbled, almost dropping the phone. Somehow, with all that was going on, I had completely forgotten Adrian inviting me to some dinner with Marcus. Things really couldn't get much worse around here.

There was another text from Marcus when I never responded to that one.

Marcus: Of course, if you're not up for it, you don't have to attend. I would never force something like that on you. Adrian is playing games and I don't want you to get sucked into the middle of it.

I pursed my lips as I read the next text after that one, shaking my head. It wasn't like Marcus to text so much. He was a lot like Rain in that he'd rather call or just come to where I was to talk. He didn't much care for texting and would rather have an actual conversation with you.

Marcus: Please, don't shut me out now. I need you.