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He moans and pulls back after a minute, searching my face before his gaze lingers on my lips. “So you’re not upset with me?”

“For loving me?”

Connor blinks, his brows furrowing a little. “Well… yeah.”

My lips twitch, and I brush my lips over him again. “No, Connor. I’m not upset with you.”

“Did I freak you out?”

Do I take the scary route and be honest? Or the comfortable one and lie?

“I freaked out a little initially. But I trust you, and I want to be with you.” I lean in, kissing him again. “And I’ve… No one’s ever said that to me before. I’ve never felt loved before.” While I thought I was in love before, Torin never said those words to me. That’s not who I was to him. He only saw the potential of my power, a pawn in a greater plan. “But now…”

Connor pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him. “You feel loved?”

I nod, tunneling my fingers into his silky blond locks.

“I love you,” he says again. The words are still tentative, but much less so.

I roll my eyes, swatting at him. “Ugh, stop. I may be possessed by the mush demon when we’re together, but I’ll never be as mushy and embarrassing as you.”

Connor leans in, biting my cheek. “You are so mushy now.”

I grab his face, squeezing his cheeks slightly and then kissing him hard. Connor groans into my mouth, his flirty smile melting as he deepens the kiss. He’s been hard since he pulled me into his lap, but I can feel his cock throb beneath me as I kiss him, his body sensing the intent.

I growl into his lips. “Don’t tell anyone that I’m mushy. I have a reputation to uphold.”

Connor lifts me and lays me back on the couch, his large body hovering over mine. He kisses down my neck, and I reach between us to open his pants. I pull his cock free as he pushes my panties down my legs. He flips my skirt up, and I tug at his shirt, needing to feel the endless hard muscle above me. His cock nudges my opening, and a guttural groan leaves his lips as he slowly presses his bare cock into me. My core aches in response, my pussy clenching, needing more. I drag my nails down his back and dig them into his ass. I thrust my hips up at the same time I jerk him toward me, gasping when he slams into me to the hilt. Connor shouts in pleasure, and I arch beneath him, grinding my clit against him.

“Bruise me, big guy,” I beg as Connor slides his hand down my side.

“What?” he groans, nuzzling against my neck.

“Dig your fingers into me.”

He presses them in a little, but not enough, and I slide my hand down his arm and push his fingers in more. The bite of pain makes me cry out and buck against him, needing him to move. Connor cups the back of my thigh, hitching my leg higher on his hip. He presses his fingers into the flesh, and the pleasure is almost exquisite.

“Fuck, Con. Don’t stop.” He pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains inside of me and then slams in deep again. Our moans of pleasure mingle in the silence of the empty house. Connor tugs my shirt open and pulls my bra down. Dipping his head, he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep. He grazes his teeth teasingly over the sensitive bud, and I tighten my fingers in his hair, yanking hard in a silent plea. He moans but doesn’t make any move to follow my nonverbal instructions.

I hiss, rocking my hips to take him deeper, and he lifts his head, his body shuddering. His thrusts become more ragged and desperate, and I know he is getting close to his release.

He looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust and a soft, tender emotion I am just beginning to recognize. “I love you,” he gasps out and kisses me deeply, swallowing my cries of pleasure.

“Harder, big guy. I’m so close.” I moan, my orgasm just out of reach. A tingle goes down my spine at the intoxicating bliss of it.

Connor thrusts harder, bracing his hand against the arm of the couch, giving him more leverage.

“Bite me,” I moan. Connor slams deep and sinks his teeth into the curve of my shoulder. My pussy spasms, and I scream. My release rips through me, pushing Connor into his own orgasm. His shout of pleasure makes my core clench, and his release spills into me for the first time.

Connor collapses on top of me, panting into my neck. I smile and lightly glide my fingers down his back.

“I don’t even know why they were talking…” Zach’s voice trails off. I tense and then hear someone yell.

Connor grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and pulls it over us, glancing over his shoulder.

“Your ass is like a searchlight! Do you ever tan?” Zach asks, his voice filled with disgust.

“You have a bedroom! This is a communal space, asshole.” I look around Connor’s arm and see Zach and Zane standing at the door, both of them with a hand over Luke’s eyes.