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“You were made for this,” I growl into her ear, my voice breaking now. “For me. You feel that? How deep I am? That’s mine. You’re mine.”

Her moans are helpless now, and I can feel her close again—so damn responsive, every movement drawing more out of her.

“Come again, baby,” I whisper, hips pounding into her with a rhythm that borders on frantic. “Let go for me one more time. I’m right behind you. I need to feel it—I need to feel you fall apart on me.”

And I’m barely holding on, chasing the edge like it’s oxygen, completely consumed by her.

She tightens around me again, her breath catching in a strangled moan that lets me know she’s right on the edge. I thrust harder, deeper, pushing her right over it.

She shatters beneath me—body trembling, mouth open in a silent cry before she gasps out my name. Her nails rake down my back, dragging me deeper as she convulses around me, and the way she milks me—tight and pulsing, soaking wet—it tears the last thread of control from me.

“Fuck—fuck—” I groan, voice strained as I slam into her one final time and spill into the condom, my entire body locking up. Pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and all-consuming, stealing my breath, my mind, everything. I bury my face in her neck, lost in the heat of her, in the sound of her soft, broken whimpers beneath me.

We’re both panting, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat, tangled together in a mess of limbs and breath and heat. For a long second, I just stay there—inside her, on top of her, listening to the wild rhythm of our hearts slowing in sync.

“Holy shit,” I whisper against her skin, still catching my breath. “You wrecked me.”

She gives a little laugh—soft, breathless—and I feel her fingers slide up into my hair, gentle now, soothing. I press a kiss to her neck, then her cheek, then finally her lips—slow this time. Tender. Grateful.

I ease out of her gently, murmuring, “Hold on,” as I take care of the condom quickly and come back to her, pulling the blanket up around us as I settle beside her. She immediately curls into me, her leg sliding over mine, her hand resting against my chest like it belongs there.

And it does. God, it does.

I hold her close, my fingers brushing through her hair, across her back, slow and lazy. Her body is warm and pliant against me,and every part of me wants to stay like this. No rush. No words are needed.

“You okay?” I ask softly, kissing the top of her head.

She nods against my chest. “Better than okay.”

I smile into her hair, my arms tightening around her.

Sleep starts to tug at the edges of us, soft and heavy. Her breathing evens out first, slow and peaceful. I close my eyes, feeling her heartbeat against mine, and think, if I could stop time right here, I would.

Because this—her in my arms, our bodies tangled and spent, hearts still echoing the same rhythm—this feels like the most honest thing I’ve ever known.

22.Laney

The morning lightis just starting to slip through the blinds, casting soft golden lines across the sheets, and the first thing I’m aware of is him. His body is wrapped around mine, one arm slung low over my waist, the other tucked under my neck. His chest is warm against my back, the slow rise and fall of his breathing steady and deep.

I shift slightly, and he responds without waking, pulling me closer with a sleepy groan, his nose nuzzling behind my ear.

I smile, eyes still closed, sinking deeper into the cocoon of his body and the scent of him—clean skin, faint soap, and something unmistakably Eddie. My thighs ache in the most delicious way, a lazy throb that reminds me of exactly what we did last night.

God, last night.

I turn slowly in his arms to face him, and the movement stirs him awake. His lashes flutter open, and those stormy eyes meet mine, still heavy with sleep and something darker.

“Mmm, morning,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and heat, already sending a pulse of awareness through me.

“Morning,” I whisper back, fingers brushing the scruff along his jaw. “You always look this smug in the morning, or is it just because you ruined me last night?”

That gets a slow, satisfied grin from him. “Definitely the second one.”

His lips find mine before I can respond—warm and lazy at first, brushing softly like he’s just testing the waters. But I kiss him back and something shifts. His hand slides up my side, pulling me in tighter, his mouth opening over mine with a deeper hunger. The kiss turns hot, fast—tongues tangling, breathing quickening, hands wandering under the sheets.

I moan into his mouth as he rolls on top of me, hips settling between my thighs, already hard against me. My fingers dig into his back, body arching into his, needing more—

“I should get up,” I gasp against his lips, breathless and flushed.