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“Please fuck me,” I whimper, pushing back against his hand. “I need your cock inside me.”

He withdraws his fingers and lines himself up. “Remember,” he says, gripping my hips. “You asked for this. As soon as I’m inside you, I own this pussy.”

“Yes,” I cry, desperate for him.

He slams into me in one brutal thrust, making me cry out. The stretch burns deliciously as he fills me completely. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before setting a punishing pace.

The cold marble counter digs into my hips, but I barely notice the discomfort through waves of pleasure. Each brutal thrust drives the breath from my lungs in desperate gasps.

“You feel so fucking good.” His fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “So tight and wet for me.”

I can only moan in response as he hits that perfect spot deep inside me. My inner walls clench around him, drawing a harsh curse from his lips. He reaches around to rub tight circles on my clit, and my legs start trembling.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me. Show me how much you love my cock.”

The dual stimulation pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me in waves of white-hot pleasure. I cry out his name as my pussy spasms around him, my whole body shaking.

He fucks me through it, prolonging the intense sensations—unruly, powerful, possessive—until I’m whimpering from overstimulation. His rhythm grows erratic, and his grip on my hips tightens further.

“I’m putting my cum inside you.” His voice strains. “You’re going to take it all.”

“Yes.” I gasp.

“Mine.” He groans and slams into me one final time, grinding deep as he pulses inside me. The feeling of his hot release triggers another small orgasm, making me clench around him.

We stay like that for a moment, both catching our breath. His body covers mine, warm and solid. When he finally pulls out, I’m empty and bereft. His cum trickles down my inner thigh as I straighten up on unstable legs.

“Stay right there.” There’s movement behind me, and then he’s gently cleaning me with what feels like a warm, damp cloth.

When he’s done cleaning me up, Zeke helps me fix my clothes. His touch is surprisingly gentle now, a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. My legs still feel wobbly, and my body aches with a rich satisfaction.

“Come,” he says, taking my hand. “Let’s get you to bed.”

I let him lead me up the stairs, too spent to argue or resist. My mind is pleasantly fuzzy, a combination of gin and post-orgasmic bliss.

In my room, he helps me undress and pulls one of my nightgowns over my head. The fabric is soft against my sensitive skin, and his scent surrounds me. The sudden tenderness should feel strange, but instead, it feels right.

“Stay with me tonight?” The words slip out before I can stop them.

He pauses, hand on my hip. “Eve.”

“Please?” I hate how needy I sound, but I’m too tired to care. “I need to sleep. Hold me while I sleep.”

For a long moment, he just looks at me, his expression unreadable in the soft light. Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

I slide under the covers and watch through heavy eyes as he strips down to his boxers. The mattress dips as he joins me, and I immediately curl into his warmth.

His arm wraps around me, pulling me closer. “Just sleep,” he murmurs into my hair. “Tomorrow, you move into my bedroom.”

Some distant part of me urges to protest, but I can’t deny that it’s exactly what I want. To be his in every way even though it still scares the shit out of me.

But I don’t think too hard about it as exhaustion pulls at me, and his steady heartbeat under my ear soothes my worry.

The last thing I feel before sleep is his lips pressing softly against my temple.

Chapter 14

Temptation’s Edge