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He comes, hard, with a cry that vibrates through the tiled walls, his fingers tightening in my hair like he might break apart entirely. I take all of his seed, swallowing it greedily, and don’t stop until he has nothing left to give.

When I rise, wiping at the corner of my mouth, he looks at me like I’ve just shattered the sky.

“Holy stars,” he breathes, eyes wide and reverent. “You… that was…”

I tilt my head, lips curved. “I know.”

His hand reaches out, cupping the side of my face gently, thumb brushing my lower lip. There’s no dominance here. Just awe.

I lean into him and try not to think of the storm breaking outside.

Chapter forty-nine

Lila

Ican still taste Tyler and I feel it rising again—the insistent heat pooling low in my belly, the tremble just beneath my skin. The moment my body realizes I’m safe, warm, held… it demands more. Craves more.

And Tyler is still here, holding me like I’m something fragile and precious, like I might break in his arms if he doesn’t pay attention.

But I don’t want to be protected right now. I want to be taken.

I shift slightly in the bed, the sheets cool against my fevered skin.

His fingers trace lightly down my spine. “You alright?”

I nod, turning toward him, pressing my lips against his jaw. “Yes. But…”

“But?” His voice is hoarse, like he already knows what I’ll say.

“I want more.” I meet his eyes, and there’s no teasing left in mine. Just raw honesty. “I want you. All of you.”

His jaw tightens. “Lila, I don’t think… You just had your first—”

“I know.” I press my hand to his chest, over the thudding of his heart. “And I know what I’m asking. My body does, too. I need this. I need you.”

He searches my face like he’s trying to find a reason to stop. But I see it—how his resolve crumbles the moment I whisper his name again.

Because I fell for him long before this moment. Not when he first carried me from the storm. Not even when I stumbled into him in the hall and smelled his scent and remembered the boy who’d once hurt me.

No—it was in the quiet flicker of messages exchanged late at night. In the way he made me laugh when I didn’t want to. How he listened to my dreams, encouraged my writing, made me feel seen when the world had taught me to hide.

I fell for Pine before I knew he was Tyler. And now that I know he’s both?Despite everything?

I can’t imagine my life without him.

He kisses me like a man undone, tongue invading my mouth. We’re twisting into each other and there’s no slow burn this time. No teasing, no testing boundaries. Just hunger.

He shifts me easily, laying me back against the sheets, bracketing my hips with his hands like he’s afraid to let go. His mouth finds mine again, deeper now, hotter. I open for him, needing every inch of him, needing the promise he carries in his touch.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs against my skin, kissing his way down my throat. “Tell me if anything hurts.”

But nothing hurts. Nothing will. My body is molten, eager, already shaping to the memory of his weight, his rhythm, his knot.

His first push inside me pulls a cry from my throat—not from pain, but from relief. Like I’ve been waiting for this exact moment, this exact claiming, since the day we first met.

He groans, burying himself fully, and I clutch at his back, pulling him closer.

“Lila,” he whispers, fierce and reverent. “You feel like heaven.” His hands find mine, fingers intertwined as he holds me down.