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And fuck, I give it to her.

I grip her hips tighter, bruising maybe, but she pushes back into me like she wants it rougher, like she wants to feel me in her bones.

I slam in harder, deeper, each stroke claiming her.

Marking her.

Branding her.

I reach around, fingers finding that tight little clit, and I don’t tease.

I strum her fast, faster, until she’s crying out, body trembling, thighs shaking.

“Oh my God, you’re so big?—”

I freeze for half a breath. “Too much?”

I ask, my body nearly shaking with the effort it takes not to lose control.

“No. No! Please don’t stop!”

Her voice breaks on the last word and it’s everything I need.

“I got you, mate,” I promise again, pressing in deep, angling up just right—right there—where I know it’ll wreck her.

I grind my hips, stroking that secret spot inside her, the one that makes her fall apart in my arms.

And she shatters.

Her body goes tight, then tighter, her pussy clamping down on my cock as her orgasm bursts through her like fire, screaming my name like it’s the only word she’s ever known.

The feel of her—wet, pulsing, squeezing the soul out of me—pulls my climax out of me like a bullet through my chest.

“Arliss—fuck—” I roar, rutting into her as I come, hard and hot, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out.

My arms shake.

My breath stutters.

And for a second, all I can hear is the pounding of her heart against mine.

This. This is everything.

She’s not just my mate.

She’s my home.

I pick her up when I’ve stopped shaking and carry her to the bathroom.

Inside the shower stall, I lather up a loofah and caress it over her heavenly and flushed from fucking body.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You take such good care of me,” she replies, a sated smile on her lips.

Heated blue eyes meet mine and I can’t stop my kiss from finding her sweet lips.

“I love you,” she moans into my mouth.